The print business runs by the calendar, and sometimes by the clock.
I am a writer for a media company. Last week I was up against a deadline, not only a day deadline but an hour deadline. I was awaiting final confirmation on a story for the magazine. The communication had been difficult from the get-go. The headquarters of the business are in Asheville, North Carolina. There was no face to face interview, only email and phone connection.
It was Thursday at 4:00 p.m. My boss was calling me ad nauseam. He said that I was giving him gray hairs by the moment. Sigh.
I was out running a few necessary errands when the final edit of the story dinged in my email. Hallelujah! I found the closest McDonald’s to duck into a booth with my computer and a cup of coffee to dash off the story to my boss. The magazine was going to print in two hours.
I found a quiet booth. As I was working feverishly with my head down and glasses on the bridge of my nose, I noticed a shadow over the table. I glanced up to find a woman leaning over the top of the booth staring at me. She said: “Do you have a fingernail clipper I can use?” Wait…what?
I have a mindset of “you never know what you might need, so be prepared”, meaning, I most likely had a nail clipper in my cosmetic bag.
Within milliseconds, I had to process the question and the answer. Several things were awry here.
First, she startled me. Second, she was hanging over my booth in my personal space. Third, she had to notice that I looked like Lois Lane on a writing deadline. Fourth, she asked for a personal thing…a fingernail clipper, for goodness sake!
Aspiring to live a life after the perfect model of Jesus, I desire to live and speak and be an honest person. In those slow-motion moments, I wrestled with what my response would be.
My purse was on the seat next to me, but not touching me, which was my “Christian loophole”. I said to her: “I don’t think I have one on me at the moment.”
Again, so many things. One, if I did take the time to rifle through my cosmetic bag and find the clipper, I would most likely have said, “Oh, just keep it.” Please, just keep it. Two, I would rather have given her 75 cents and directed her to the Walgreen’s across the street.
Later, at home, as I was reflecting about this, a terrible thought occurred to me. What if that was Jesus in disguise and He was testing me to see if I would be honest and giving and kind.
Major fail. Oy vey.
After a bit of unmerited negative self-talk, I came to the realization that it was just a thing, just an event, just life; kind of like knocking my coffee over in the car or dropping my phone into the toilet or slipping on an icy patch on the sidewalk. In the famous words inspired by Forrest Gump, sh*t happens.
However, there is a lesson to learn. I will, in the future, carry around two fingernail clippers. One for myself and one for the next person who oversteps my personal boundary. It may indeed be Jesus. I will purchase the deluxe one, just in case.