I confess. I did it.
The other day I stopped by at the shop on the Rockefeller Center where I get my oatmeal and on the way out I took 5 packages of mayo (you know those individual ones for sandwiches?).
The cashier was not the usual cashier, for some reason they were short of staff and so I got the owner, and... he noticed.
He asked me if I eat mayo with my oatmeal. Very funny. Not.
The most interesting part of it all is that I was actually carrying with me a whole pot of mayo that I had gotten the day before in the Whole Foods. I really did not need any extra.
Of course I get the lesson here, the owner was there as a conspiracy from the universe to let me know that my action was not exactly conscious, and now I am stuck with these 5 mayo thingys which I cannot even look at.
I thought about what to do. Should I apologize? Should I just return them when nobody is looking?
The yama niyama is getting to me... all the way in... I will return them to the store. I am sorry universe.
Then again, I am human, this is part of my growing conscious, and I still love myself. Yes I do.
Creo que lo mejor es que te comas la mayonesa con mucho gusto y thankfulness y ya no te lleves más al menos que la vayas a comer. Y a reirte del asunto. Un besoteeeeee
ReplyDeleteGracias Nat, como siempre la compasion me hace sentir mejor, especialmente cuando viene de otra persona.
ReplyDeletePero no pude conmigo misma, y hoy las devolvi...
Me siento clean