Lisa’s Birthday

On Saturday was Lisa’s anniversary.  Now if you have read any of our prior posts, you will know that we are not married (although being exclusive for the past year and a half).  You are probably asking “what anniversary?”  It was the anniversary of her birthday.  What????  We only have one wedding day and each year following we celebrate the “anniversary” of that day.  So, we only have one birthday and each year following we should b e celebrating the “anniversary” of that day.  OK, you can stop groaning now.  No more on this subject.

On her birthday (or anniversary as I like to say), Lisa had to work and my middle daughter flew in for a two week summer stay from Michigan.  The real reason for this post is to talk about those touching events that occurred while she was working that day.

It started about 11 AM when I stopped by the store to buy some things for the house in prep for my daughter coming in.  Lisa was at Lane #4 and was just busy.  She was told earlier that about 20 people called in that day and that they would be short on the registers.  As I was checking out at Lane #9, I asked the CSM if I could tie up a birthday balloon by her register.  I was informed “no” but that they would hold it behind the customer service counter until she leaves.   I passed and after checking out, walked over, told her about the balloon and said goodbye.  About an hour later, a young lady and her father came through her lane.  Mary (Don’t know her real name) wished Lisa a Happy Birthday.  Mary is about 23 years old but is mentally operating at about a 10 year old level.  Lisa and Mary talked about birthdays two weeks prior when it was Mary’s birthday and Lisa shared that her birthday was coming up in two weeks.  Seems that Mary remembered and pestered her dad to take her to the store so that she could wish Lisa birthday greetings.  When asked if she could give Lisa a birthday balloon, Lisa said thanks but no and also shared her experience with me about the balloon.  Lisa was touched that this young lady remembered her birthday, forced her dad to take her to the store and wanted to buy her a balloon.  Mary was not going to end it here!

After going home, Mary made Lisa a large pin noted “birthday Girl” and filled in all the spaces with drawings of balloons.  Making her dad driver her back to the store (they only live a few miles away). Mary ran into the store and pinned it on Lisa.  So started the daily birthday greetings.

Thought the day, Lisa received many greetings based on the special birthday pin by Mary.  One of the most memorable was Henry (another one whose name I don’t know).  Henry is about 80ish in age and generally a very gentle in nature.  Over the past month or so, Lisa has notices that he was been a bit more isolated (he is one of her regulars).  When he noticed her pin, there was a slight smile on his face.  Joking with him as she does with most of her customers, Lisa found out that he lost his wife of 39+ years about two months ago.  Talking with her just made him smile and put some minor joy in his life.  Saying good bye Lisa completed the next few hours uneventful.  As she was clocking out, the CSM called her over to the counter and handed her a bag with a receipt on it.  Henry had bought her a small bouquet of flowers for her birthday.  The CSM stated that employees were not able to accept from customers.  At that point, Henry stated that he was a friend and just leaving Lisa a small birthday gift since he would not be able to see her that evening.  The CSM give the flowers to Lisa later that day.

Spreading joy is free and infectious.  All it takes is a smile to make others feel special.  Please take some time today or over the next few days, and just smile.  Until next Monday.



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