Good Intentions

Just need to write this down.  Get it off my chest.  It may not make the blog… but at least I’m putting it down in black and white, and we shall see what we shall see.  (Looks like I’ve decided to post it!)

Today I tried to make amends.  Didn’t happen.  I don’t know how to fix this, other than strive to do better and think faster the next time around.

A couple of months ago I was doing my time at the Motor Vehicle Department.  I knew to go early.  I had a lunch appointment.  An hour and forty five minutes into the wait, I texted my friend to tell her I probably wouldn’t be able to get to lunch on time.  As you do in these situations – my fellow drivers and I sat there chatting about the long wait.  We laughed, we scowled.  I joked about getting hungry.   A kind stranger offered me a chocolate bar.  A chocolate bar!  From her own personal stash.  I politely refused.

Our chatting group of four dwindled down to the two of us… the kind woman with the chocolate and me.  She was going to be late to work.  I had lots on my plate, but at least I didn’t have to get back to a time clock.  I thought if she was a number or two behind me, I would give her my place… because I was up next.  She had seen my number in my hand, and when I asked her what her number was, her face lit up with great joy.  But mine turned to dismay… because she was 6 or 7 numbers behind me.  That would be at least another full hour… and at this point, I’d already been there over two.  My postponed lunch date would have to be cancelled altogether.

At that moment my number was called.  I cringed.  I told her I just didn’t have the time to let her go in my place.  I stood at the counter – turning around every three or four minutes to apologize.  She laughed it off.   Told me not to worry about it.

I was out of sorts.   The man standing at the door, in the standing-room-only space, backed up to let me through – opening the door at the same time.  I always say thank you when someone opens a door for me.  Always.  I didn’t.   I was busy making my final apologies and trying to get all my paperwork organized and out to the car.   The door man gave me a sarcastic “You’re welcome”, and I was mortified as I called out “Thank you” over my shoulder.

This scene has just plagued me.  The woman had said she worked at one of the Social Services buildings.  Finally today I was in that area, and decided I would try to find this kind receptionist and give her a gift card I have to a restaurant.  She would be treated and repaid for the kindness of offering me a dark chocolate with almonds bar, and I would maybe have my conscience cleared from the dreaded deed of ALMOST moving her up an hour in line, only to snatch my offer back.

I tried the two buildings where I had hoped to find her.  No deal.  I don’t know where else to look.

I’m turning to the blog for another confession.  Maybe it’s not a sin to just hang onto your own number in the Motor Vehicle line.  But you certainly should say thank you when a gentleman opens a door for you!  Here’s my thinking.  The next time I am given the task of dealing with vehicle paperwork (which can’t be done online) I shall go to the place armed with good intentions and a bag full of Hershey’s Kisses!

15 Responses to “Good Intentions”

  1. Janet Herbert says:

    Yes…The MVD does test your patience & your sanity! I’ve been there many times. Please let me know the next time you go with your bag of chocolates. Maybe that’s the time I’ll need to be waiting in line.

  2. Marcea Clive says:

    Sandy,, only one comment: Take 2 bags just to be safe.

  3. Micah says:

    They say is the thought that counts…and chocolate!

  4. Bette says:

    Your photo on this page says, “Skip the trip to the MVD.” that would be my option next time. :)You can just bring the kisses to me.

  5. Sylvia says:

    I say, “Quit beating yourself up!” It’s not your fault she was 7 numbers behind you. But, if taking hershey’s kisses to your next dreaded trip makes you feel better; then I’m sure the others waiting will be happy you’re sharing.

  6. Sandy says:

    Well… I think if I was spreading a little chocolate around… maybe everyone in the place could cheer up a bit. Wow! You can try to go in happy… but for the most part… people walk out pretty upset!

    Anyway, I just had this happy “movie moment” that I’d find this woman, we’d have a great laugh, she’d have a fun story to tell and so would I. But.. that’s it. Over and done. Thanks Sylvia!!

  7. Silas Shotwell says:

    Next time drive to Ft. Sumner. No numbers, no lines. The last time I went the lady was asleep and when I roused her she said, “Oh, wonderful, a customer! I have only had one customer all morning.”
    No apologies, no calories, and in and out in 5 minutes. 🙂

  8. Sandy says:

    Yes… I believe the trip to Ft. Sumner would have been quicker than the morning in Portales! =)

  9. KIm Mann says:

    Ha ha ha!!! Yes, we always drive down to Richmond, instead. Same for the post offices in Houston. You will see people ringing the doorbell on the passport door, and knocking all day, but nobody comes.

  10. Kristina says:

    I think the moral of this story is that Portales has a horrible DMV that’s completely inefficient. If they actually got people through at a reasonable pace, swapping numbers would have only saved/lost five or ten minutes. Bad DMV, BAD.

  11. Sandy says:

    Well… I hate to just single out the Portales office. After all… one of those ladies might just be reading this blog! =)
    It’s nothing compared to what we endured when we dealt with the vehicle dept in the Caribbean… but again… one never knows who might be reading this blog.

    Let’s all eat chocolate and try to be nice!!!

  12. I bet the woman loved visiting with you and was fine…and the man feels bad for being sarcastic. I love the intention you have for amends. You will most likely have the opportunity to make up for this with “thank you’s” ten times over. Hugs.

  13. Sue Moore says:

    As I read through this, I, too, had a similar vision of your later meeting up with this woman and being able to “make amends.”
    However, another thought has consistently gone through my mind with that one: “God’s timing is never wrong.” Who knows what that woman might have faced had she left that place earlier? We don’t, and never will, but I truly understand what you mean, too. Perhaps the lesson is meant to prepare you for another day when some other person’s need is more important than hers was, and your response, because of this, will be different.
    God does work in mysterious ways and when we are listening, we cannot help but grow!
    I love you, dear Sandy~

  14. Linda says:

    Next time try Melrose or Complete Compliance on North Main in Clovis…you have to drive but it beats the long wait! Oh and Sandy, I would never think you rude even if you missed a thank you for an open door! :O)

  15. Sandy says:

    The secret is out on Complete Compliance… it’s craziness and standing room only. HOWEVER… love the workers in there.

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