Today I needed to pick up my prescriptions; so afterwards, I decided to stop across the street to the local St. Vinnies Thrift where a few of my Christian friend’s work. I’m the original hypnotist collector. Every sentence in Bob Dylan’s song “She Belongs To Me,” is me. Way back, when young and dumb, I didn’t know a thing about thrifting. When I owned and worked my company Anne’s Design and Consign, I would buy from the design centers, ordering furniture custom and expensive. Big mistake. I’m eclectic. I’m me. I’ve learned a few things since way back when. Why spend money when you don’t have to. Buy secondhand. You never know what you’re going to find. It’s fun too. It’s addicting. Besides the benefits to yourself, you’re contributing to the needs of the community.
I’m elated. At St. Vinnies, low and behold, sitting in front of me is a mini treadmill. The same treadmill I’ve been eyeing online but fearful to order because I continue to be scammed with purchases online. It’s a small treadmill. Just what I needed. After purchase spending $40.00, I need someone to pick it up and put it in my van. The clerk rings and rings for an assistant. No one answers. I’m sitting in front of the cashier when a handsome man overhears my need and immediately offers to help get it in my van. The first thing out of my mouth is, “they don’t make them like they used to.” I’m referring to a gentleman. He offered to help an old lady, me. There is nothing finer than a gentleman. He rolls the treadmill to my van, lifts it and puts it in. “Thank you, thank you,” I gleam. “Thank you fine gentleman, thank you,” I say. I’m so appreciative.
Soon thereafter, I roll down the road to the overpriced grocery store to pick up a bottle of Cabernet. My bones are hurting with my osteoarthritis, so I grab an electric cart working my way throughout the store when suddenly I’m stuck. Theres a traffic jam. I’m unable to turn right at the end of an isle when, again, low and behold, this time a young tall handsome stallion with a beautiful smile comes to my rescue whose beautiful lovable eyes looks into mine. When I’m checking out, he’s in front of me. The cashier, the fine young gentleman and I all have naturally curly hair. I notice this and mention it at the checkout counter. I really like this fine young gentleman .
Then I tell the handsome stallion gentleman what just happened at St. Vinnies. I say, “I just said a few minutes ago how “they don’t make em’ like they used to, and how attractive it is, men who are gentlemen; men who assist and care for the needs of women.” Was it his mother or his father that was well-bred, I think to myself.
Thank you Heavenly Father, Lord above for looking after me. What a magnificent creation man are. That is the gentlemen.
Always Christian with love at Anne Fisher Foundation. Amen.