
Last week I pulled up to the familiar talking box at McDonald’s for my mid-afternoon pick-me-up, a medium latte with skim milk. It’s a dollar and a half cheaper than Starbucks and it’s light enough that my taste buds don’t question the decision for coffee. “Welcome back”, the box said, startling me out of a daze.
I’ve always thought that was clever marketing, making you feel like you’re a familiar friend. It’s probably also why I justify stopping at any McDonald’s worldwide only to use the bathroom. They consider me a friend and the amount of money I’ve spent on Happy Meals would buy a BMW.
“What can I get for you today,” the lady in the box continued.
“I’d like a medium latte with skim milk, please.”
“I’m sorry, we don’t have skim milk”, she said firmly.
“Really?” I asked, thinking they should send someone up to Wal-Mart to pick up a couple cartons.
Before I could make that suggestion she said,” We only have fat-free milk.”
This is where some fast thinking had to take place. Was it worth it to explain that skim milk is fat free milk or simply say, “That will be fine”?
Evidently my thinking wasn’t fast enough.
“Hello? Are you there?”
I took a deep breath and exhaled, “Fat-free please.”
I’m reading a fabulous book by Anne Lamott, Hallelujah Anyway. It’s the story of her journey finding mercy and grace along the way. She digs through why we’re so hard on people, demanding so much, so much crazy stuff that doesn’t matter at all. For those of us who struggle with correctness, this is challenge at it’s finest. The author even has the nerve to suggest the people we are hardest on might be ourselves. I’ve decided halfway through the book that, for me, getting a grip on mercy and grace is a marathon with a moving finish line.
As I pulled away from the McDonald’s pick-up window with my hot latte sporting half the calories, whether fat free or skim, I relaxed and smiled. It felt good to extend a tiny bit of grace and secretly hope someone might do the same for me. Now if I can just stay on this path or at least on the edges whispering hallelujah anyway!
Enjoy today.
Retriever so the kids could experience birth and learn how to be caregivers. What that means in layman’s terms is Mom learns how to take care of one more, in this case 11 more, living things.
same page when it comes to customer service. He said something that made me smile, then instantly frown.
Jason took Alison on an hour drive to a fun restaurant recently. I asked what the occasion was. And his answer made me smile … big. He explained they had had a very full, sometimes challenging, week with a truckload of moving parts, but they had managed to live it well. They deserved to celebrate.

Of the top most challenging tasks learning to perform, I put driving second only to parenting. Both are scary and unpredictable and force you to deal with unreasonable people. It really gets complicated when you ride with one of those you parent as they practice driving.
There are two reasons I asked my friend, Jack, about the ring on his pinky finger. It’s not made of a material rings are usually made from and, quite honestly, Jack isn’t really a pinky finger ring kind of guy. In my mind, pinky finger ring guys probably play croquet and have a brandy by the fire in their ascots. And they most likely lift their fingers as they sip. Jack would rather be blazing trails through the woods on a four-wheeler and I’m quite sure he doesn’t own a single ascot.
A couple of years ago in California a woman shook my hand and said, “Thanks for flying all the way out here to speak for our annual banquet. It all sounds so romantic … flying around, meeting people, seeing new places.” I smiled, laughing in my head. The meeting people and seeing new places is amazing. The flying part, not so sexy.
Do you know people who are so abnormally happy all the time you wonder about their mental stability? Everything is wonderful and constantly getting better for them. I read once that a positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort. That’s probably why always positive people make me want to put my fingers in my ears and hum loudly. It’s tempting to tell them to please calm down and be quiet. OK, I really want to say shut up. But I’ve decided if I could be the one to just calm down and be quiet I might learn something.