The Help at J.C. Penney

So I decided that I should go and grab me a few new shirts. We all love to go shopping and this was my excuse for the day at least! A wonderful leisurely drive to the local mall was in order, so off I went.

Deciding I would shop at J.C. Penney proved not only to be fruitful, but as well entertaining.

There I was, walking around looking in the Men’s Department for my new shirts. Around and around I walked through the maze of clothing racks rummaging through just about all of them. Seems I had seen every rack at least three times, yet I was so tired that I could not remember where I originally began. I had just about taken all the looks I could when I thought to myself that a little help was needed. A new set of eyes and a little direction is always a breath of fresh air when shopping in a large department store.

I thought I had heard a lady ask me if she could help me. Why yes! Indeed! I would absolutely appreciate the help! We spent some time together and she helped me look at several different shirts. After about 30 minutes I had found two shirts that I really liked. It was odd though, as I know I didn’t see any registers near the entrance when I came in. I remember when all registers were conveniently located right at the entrance and exit doors everywhere you shopped years ago. Absolutely not the case today! I found myself asking the lady where I could pay for my purchases. She pointed me to the middle of the congested walkway and told me the Kiosk was just down that way. I thanked her and went on my way.

The cashier was very polite and was a joy to talk to when I finally had my turn after waiting in line. She promptly scanned in my purchases as we shared some small talk. She gave me my total and I paid with a smile. She asked me if there was anything else she could help me with, and I quickly replied “Could you please tell the girl in the Men’s Department that the Old Man with silver hair said Thank you”! I explained to the cashier that she was so kind by spending time with me and helping me to find my two nice shirts.

The cashier looked a little confused and asked me if I remembered the name of the employee that helped me. With a sly grin I looked up at her and replied “I believe that her name tag said GHOST”! We both looked at each other and had a good laugh!

It seems the days of finding help when shopping at Department Stores are a thing of my past. Those days were a lot simpler as the helpful people that were there everyday always knew where to find exactly what you needed. Their friendly smiles and happy demeanor really enhanced the shopping experience. It was always fun to go shopping back then! But do remember that the cashier that is there to take your money didn’t choose the policies of today. Take the time to let them know they are appreciated. It already appears that one day sooner than we think, even their bright smiles will be missed. We will be expected to enjoy our entire shopping experience alone with no help at all.

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Door in the Yard

Faith was visiting with me for a short time. We were in the kitchen talking waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. Faith was looking out the back door, and she said “Grandpa why is there a door in your yard”? I turned and saw a door up right in the middle of the yard and I replied “I don’t know.”

Faith and I walked outside and just stood there in amazement. We walked up to the door and Faith asked if we were going to open the door? I don’t know if we should.  I told her I was a little scared. She looked at me and took hold of my hand and reminded me that we should always have faith.

We open the door very slowly and walked throw the opening. As we stepped out on the other side the door slammed shut!  You folks out there reading this story would have loved to have been there to see the rainbow of colors and the plush beautiful landscape that stood before us.

We heard a loud noise and at that time a horse drawn stage coach pulled up in front of us. The stage coach driver yelled “climb aboard!” And so we did. We inquired to him about where we were going. He stated that we were going to town. I looked at Faith and said good thing you wore your hat, she looked at me and laughed.

When we finely reached town the driver stopped at an information store and went inside. Al of a sudden this Cowgirl comes out, climbed up on the wagon and said “howdy”! Faith looked at me and I could tell she knew who it was, but I didn’t recognize her. “That is Grace!” she exclaimed. It was one of my other granddaughters driving the horses. I looked up at her and she tilted her hat and said “Hi Grandpa”!

“Where are we going Grace?” I asked.  “It’s a surprise! You will know when we get there.” and she started laughing causing all three of to laugh. Grace pulled that whip from her side and gave it a CRACK! “Giddy up you lazy Horses!” she exclaimed. And we were off!

Thirty minutes later we arrived at a Church it was a beautiful Church painted in multiple coordinating colors. I had never seen anything like it. Grace informed us that we had arrived. The Church was having a big picnic on the grounds. The Preacher walked up to the Stage coach and asked us to climb on down and join in the singing. I climbed down and then I helped Faith and Grace down off the stage coach. The preacher informed us that we would be eating soon. We joined in the singing of “Amazing Grace”, and a song that went “I looked over Jordon and what did I see?  A band of Angles coming after me”.

The Preacher hollered to everyone that it was time to eat. He then asked if someone would volunteer to say grace for us all. I raised my hand and said “this young lady said she would say grace, and her name is Grace”! Everyone had a huge smile on their face. After Grace had said Grace, everyone dug in and ate their fill. Once we were done I could see that we were all tired.

Faith came to me and asked if we could go find Grace so we could go back home. We found Grace in the crowd and were ready to start our journey home. We climbed up on the stage coach and headed back. As we pulled back up to the door and got off the stage coach we were laughing about what a great time we had just had.  Faith grabbed both Grace and I by the hand to walk back through the opening.

I opened the door and we walked through. I turned around and looked back but Grace was not with us. I turned to Faith and asked her if she knew what had happened to Grace. “Grandpa it was only a story” she replied.

The moral of this story was to remind us all that with just a little bit of Faith, and the power of Grace. All things can be possible if we strive to achieve it in our lifetime.

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Brother with Three Sisters

If you have three Sisters and you are in a conversation with them about anything and they gang up on you like most Sisters do. You might as well go in a closet shut the door install a lock so they can’t get in!

End of story.

Now that was a minute story.

I hope my Sisters don’t read this and if they do I am leaving the Country ha ha.

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