I was waiting in a slow moving line at the local fast food drive-thru the other day, listening to people as they placed their orders. The woman in front of me asked for special changes to her order and drove on to the payment window. I snaked along behind her, pulling up at the take-out window as she drove away. The teenage girl working there said to her male co-worker, “You know who that is, don’t you? That’s the lady who makes all those beautiful soaps. You know, she sells them all over town and at the farmers market.” I could hear the admiration and desire in her voice as she talked about the custom soap. Clearly, this young lady was a fan. But then her voice changed. “She’s always mean. Always.”
I was stunned, both by the comment and by the pained tone in the teenager’s voice. She sounded so sad. I could tell she’d been the object of the woman’s wrath.
I wonder what the woman, the one who made such beautiful soap, would think if she had heard that description of herself. “Always mean. Always.” Would it change how she approached people? Would it matter to her? Would she be ashamed? Or shocked?
It made me wonder how people talk about me. I hope I fare better than that. We always leave an impression, don’t we? Let’s make sure it’s a good one.
(When I chose a picture to go with this post, I tried to find one on Google that would look pretty but not show any brand or company name. I’ve never seen the woman, nor the soap she makes. This is a generic picture. I am intrigued enough that I might head out to the farmers market on Saturday, though!)