Snapshots

It's been a long day. I drove from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m., nine hours. Considering the trip is supposed to have more than eight and a half hours of just driving time, I think I did pretty well. There were no major incidents, meaning I didn't get lost or even take a wrong turn.
I stopped in Louisville to top off my gas tank and buy a drink. When I went to pay, the man running the gas station at the time ran in and told me I'd have to wait a minute. He was polite, but seemed flustered. He came back momentarily and I paid for my drink. He said jokingly that he didn't need to have a day like this on a Sunday. I asked whether he needed to have a day like "that" anytime, and he said that on Monday it would be normal and expected. I really wasn't sure what he meant, but I gathered that it was more of a headache than other days. On my way out I said, "Have a good day!" He replied, "Thanks, I needed that." A moment later I was getting into my car, and I heard one of the other customers yelling at the attendant. There had been some lack of communication, and the customer hadn't followed the directions. Personally I think the customer didn't know what he was doing. Either way, I felt bad for the whole situation.
I don't really have a conclusion for this story. I just prayed that he really did have a good day, and that I had helped a little by having a good attitude rather than being impatient.
If we could add a little more patience to each our lives, we would take more time to listen and more time would be used understanding and communicating, rather than trying to scream your problems out louder than the next guy.