As a teenager and while in college, I worked part-time at my neighborhood grocery store. It was a more “upscale” local chain known for its excellent customer service. I worked every weekend, 7 a.m. to mid-afternoon because I went to school during the week. Eventually, I transferred from checkout to the floral department and lucky for me, not many churchgoers bought flowers on Sundays after church unless they were going to the cemetery to visit someone’s grave. Those customers were usually sweet and sad. I liked them.
However, I didn’t much care for the influx of customers parading around in their Sunday best, chests puffed out with pride (a cardinal sin). I remember that quite a few times, I had customers say something rude about the fact that I was working on the Lord’s day and not in church. If I didn’t have to work, I still wouldn’t have been in church as I stopped attending at age 12.
The arrogant churchgoing customers I helped looked down their noses at me, snapped their fingers like I was a dog, refused to answer my questions and huffed if they thought I was working too slowly. Cool, I’ll just trim your flowers so that they wilt in a day, not in a week or I’ll pick out the nastiest, most blown-open flowers I have because you refuse to sully your graced-by-God fingers picking them out yourself and you won’t notice because you’re feeling too high and mighty to actually inspect your purchase.
As for an apology note, I don’t need or want one. “I’m sorry” is the most meaningless phrase in the English language. Actions speak louder than words, so go out on Sunday and act like you have some “Christ-like” humility and appreciate your server and your service and tip well. Appreciate anyone who is working on a Sunday. Vote for politicians and support leaders who will make it easier for the people who work hard serving your meals, sacking your groceries, ringing up the gifts you buy at the mall at Christmas to make a living. Vote to raise the minimum wage for ALL workers.