Is this the proper spelling for the word? But you all know what I mean eh?

Today was Tuesday, which means that “golden age” folks got 30% off their purchase. Tuesday is always the busiest day of the week. So I’m working, in my little bubble and I hear over the music, my name: “Gabrielle au comptoir à bijoux” (Gabrielle to the jewel counter). There is always this old man with very short, white hair who wears a magnifying glass around his neck (just a little bigger than his eye) and who’s got dirty nails who comes every Tuesday. He comes to VV (the store) just for the wrist watches. He is always looking for old watches that don’t work with batteries. So here he is again, hoping to find something old. I like watching him and listening as he vents out his frustration about the fact that we have so little old watches. He talks to me about his son and how he hopes he’ll make big money with the old watches he buys for him. I ask him questions about the watches and how he knows by simply looking at them if they work or not with batteries. He finds nice looking watches and tells me they’d be nice on me. Then I show him my digital, big, black watch and I wonder what he thinks.

But anyways, when he was done looking through all the watches, he took out two bucks from his pocket and gave them to me, telling me “This is for you, buy yourself a coffee”. It was the first time a customer gave me tip and I wondered what I should do. Well, I kept it. I felt somehow special. Just by being nice and be interested in this old man’s little life, it made him want to give me something in return. It’s not that I care about money, but I’m happy he felt that way.

When I got home I put the two bucks into my little bank for Native Missionaries. I feel it is a privilege to give for God’s Kingdom, even when it is as little as two bucks.