5 HUGS, 1 Air Hug, 2 children, 3 adults (1 husband, 1 mom in law, 1 employee at Sears)
Our push mower broke at the end of last summer. So, we went and bought a riding mower (which we wanted anyway). A few days later I received a letter in the mail saying our push mower’s warranty would be running out on April 10. What? We still have a warranty?! Jackpot. So, I made my way with the mower to a local Sears shop to have it serviced.
At the shop there was an older gentleman working. He seemed pretty grumpy. He wouldn’t look at me, didn’t smile at any of my jokes, just not very friendly. I was certain I wasn’t going to get a good reaction from him if I asked for a hug. So, I debated. Then, I thought what is the worst that would happen? He would say no. He would tell me I was crazy. Ok, I can handle that. What is the best thing that could happen? It could be exactly the bright spot he needed on a dark day. So, I went for it. As I suspected his response was an immediate accusatory, “Why?” I said, “Because I like to hug.” He smiled skeptically at me as I wrapped my arms around him. Walking away I added without looking back, “That’s another reason why I do it, I can still hear you chuckling.”
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.