Memory from April 13, 2016

It is a different world our children live in and they see it very differently from how I did at their ages.

Isaiah and I stopped by Tractor Supply yesterday afternoon, like we do every Tuesday after swimming lessons. They didn’t have any chicks. Maybe today. While I was scanning the chicken books, a very sweet young clerk who works there stopped and chatted about not getting any chicks yesterday and never knowing what they would get. We were all congregated right beside a pallet of horse feed, 50 pound bags. A gentleman walked up and asked the very friendly young clerk he needed her to get him a man who worked there. She told him no men were working yesterday and asked if she could help him. He needed those bags of horse feed. She said very politely, “no problem I can get them for you.” He refused, he wanted a man. She told him again there were no men working in the store yesterday. He got upset and told her that was uncalled for and he was not going to have her load those bags. At this point, Isaiah looked the clerk right in the eyes and asked if he (the customer) was being sexist. All I could do was smile at her and say yes to Isaiah. She told the gentleman again she would load whatever he needed. He then said he needed 50 bags and she told him to just pay for it and pull around to the back where there were pallets and she would load it. I don’t know how it ended but it was Isaiah’s topic of conversation all the way home.