At the Farm Store
Here is a little story that made me smile as it happened to me, and as I drove home. Busy week ahead. Gonna run out of chicken feed. Really no other night but tonight to pick some up. Fed the dogs, thought on principle I should feed myself, too. Left the farm with 15 minutes to make it the 10 miles to the farm store before closing at 7. Loaded in the girl dogs, cuz they get to go to the farm store. Made it, ran to the automatic sliding glass door, which didn't open. I stepped back and then up again, just in case it didn't recognize me. It didn't open. Fished my phone out of my bag: 7:01. I'm thinking that following the principle of taking care of myself resulted in this when I hear a young man yelling from far away. I turn and look 150 ft to the other corner of the farm store where one of the guys who works there repeated, "Are you here for feed?" "Yeah" He got on his Walkie-talkie and called into the store. A big guy opened the door "do you know exactly the feed you need?" "Yeah." "Then you can come in." Ordered the 10 bags of flock raiser crumble (not layer, cuz we have some young pullets) and drove around the back for pick up. The young man who called out to me helped load up. "Hey, thanks buddy, you saved me a lot of grief." "I saw your truck, figured your birds were hungry. Hey, how is your poodle? look, you brought her. She's doing OK then, after her surgery? "
My farm store guys, recognized my truck! Knew my birds would be hungry! Knew my poodle had been out for surgery and was glad to see her back. Went out of their way to do extra work on a hot evening at closing.
Doesn't that make you smile, too?
My farm store guys, recognized my truck! Knew my birds would be hungry! Knew my poodle had been out for surgery and was glad to see her back. Went out of their way to do extra work on a hot evening at closing.
Doesn't that make you smile, too?