his happened last night and I’m paraphrasing...
Customer: Hey how are you?
Me: Good, you?
Customer: Not too great, I’ll find out more tomorrow.. they’re putting stents in me
Me: Oh dear!
(Everything about his facial expressions, his body language, his tone of voice, his choice of words, and his eyes screamed he was freaking out and just barely holding it together. He pumped his gas, and I turned on the speaker as he was about to get in his truck)
Me: Hey, just breathe tomorrow, okay?
Customer: I love you, thank you.
Me: You’re welcome, and thank you. Promise me you’ll just breathe
Customer: I will.
(Then he threw up the Shaka hand sign with a smile and got in his truck and left)
So.. whoever he was.. I send him good mojo. I know what it’s like to freak out about something like this and not have a good support system.
