I went to my local Walmart a few days ago. I found the item I came for and went to check out. It was early in the morning, so there was only one register open. I approached the register, but there was no one behind it. There was an employee behind me, but she was on her cell phone at the time. She saw me, I waved at her, she went on talking and staring at the ceiling.
After about five minutes or so, the lady got off her phone and went behind the register to check me out. She scanned my one item across and I proceeded to swipe my debit card for payment. All went as it usually should at first. I swiped the card, entered my PIN#, declined the cash back option, and the system waited for the cashier to do whatever cashiers do at that point.
All good up to here, but then the terminal reverted back to the PIN# step. The lady told me I had entered my PIN# incorrectly and should attempt again. I thought this was strange, but assumed I had made a simple mistake and did as she said, repeating the process and taking special care to enter my number correctly. The same thing happened again. The cashier Became frustrated with me, and told me if I entered my PIN# incorrectly again my account would be frozen for atleast 24 hours. I explained to the lady that I was very certain that I had entered my number correctly. She simply refused to hear of the matter. stating that it was impossible that I had done it right.
I told the lady to hold my item while I went to a nearby ATM in the store. Well, I did so, and had no problem with it at all. Got money just fine. No problem with my PIN# at all. I returned and paid the lady. I told her that I had no idea what the problem was while I was using her terminal, but I had no problem with the ATM. The lady exploded at me, shouted "That's not my problem sir!" and practically threw my change at me.
I stood there for a moment, absorbing the absurdity, hearing coins spin and roll on the floor. Then.......I burst out laughing. The lady was taken aback at first, then she got truly furious. "What's so damn funny!" she yelled at me. I said to her, "Miss, of course you don't think that's your problem. You have no way of knowing if I was entering my PIN# correctly or not. You made the choice to disbelieve me based on the evidence before you. You chose your machine over my word, as the machine is apparent before you. You can see the machine, calculate with it, and so on. My word is simply a possibility that you refuted because it did not fit with the evidence before you."
The lady looked puzzled for a moment and then got angry again. "What the hell are you babbling about?" she said. I continued, "You see, it is not your problem because you choose to refute other inferences. My position worked for me. That is apparent. Yet, you refute my position because you are incapable of understanding that all that which functions need not be perceivable, and that which can be rationally entertained need not be probable. Quite simply madam, it is not your 'problem' because you refuse any other solution."
The lady just looked at me for a bit. I'm sure she didn't get anything of what I was saying. None the less I thanked her and wished her a good day and began to leave. Then the lady said to me, "Just who do you think you are mister!?". I said to her, "Who I am is irrelevant. What is relevant is that your name is Anne. What is also relevant is that your managers name is Steve. I would recommend that when Steve speaks to you about this matter you simple tell him the truth and as him for help. It's a funny thing, but that is also a subject akin to my premise, but never mind. I am certain you will refute the notion regardless of what Steve asks fo you." And then I left.
Is there a spiritual story here? I think so. I don't know. I haven't slept in days. Perhaps that is why I translate a simple transaction into a metaphor for mans relationship with a higher power, thusly inciting me to rant semi-coherantly to an old lady at Walmart who probably hates her job and the fact that she still has to work, subsequently motivating me to call managament later in the day and offer the softest spoken 'constructive and positive feedback' (I balked at the term "complaint"
I have ever given.
So, if my post was of spiritual value to you I am pleased that I was not completely off the mark. If it was not, consider this an ad for public awareness of insomnia (brought to you by the coalition to keep schools a stimulation free zone).