I haven’t written a “What Makes Me Smile” post in several months.
Too much stress tends to make one not notice the little everyday occurances that bring a smile to our face.
I am attempting to not spend so much time worrying and more time noticing the little things that make me smile.
Won’t you join me?
So this “What Makes Me Smile” post is dedicated to memories.
Memories make me smile.
And I know you have some good memories that always bring a smile no matter what your present situation is.
Several years ago, I worked in a convenience store in the small town where I lived, that was owned by a prominent family who had seen generations live and thrive in that same small town.
It was where half the town stopped in the morning for coffee and a hot biscuit. They stopped in for a lunch of those hot dogs that were famous in three counties. And they stopped in the evenings to chew the fat or get something needed for the evening.
On the weekends the hunters met there early to plan their expeditions and grab a cup of coffee. Unless they were going coon hunting, then they met just before dark.
When evenings rolled around the younger generation met and planned their night on the town.
It’s also where I was picked on to no end.
One particular morning, I got up to find that my car had a flat tire. The X changed the tire for me, by putting that temporary spare we called a “doughnut” in place of the flat, while I made plans to have the tire replaced when I left work.
After work I went to the local tire shop on recommendations from trusted local friends.
Sure enough, they had a tire in stock and began by replacing the flat tire. But when they began to replace the “doughnut” with the new tire, they found that it had been put on the car backwards.
It was early and dark when it was put on there. A mistake anyone could make.
I have replaced a tire with the spare, on the side of the road, in the dark, on the same car and it WAS NOT on backwards.
Maybe it was just too early.
I wondered why the car was so hard to drive. The back end didn’t want to follow the front end. I just figured it was because of the “doughnut’.
And it was.
Just not in the way that I was thinking.
Needless to say, everytime someone in that tire shop stopped in at the convenience store where I worked, which was daily, this story was told.
Over and over and over….
It didn’t take long for the whole town to know about the girl who put the tire on backwards.
Day after day, I blushed at their teasing. Just grinning, knowing that I was NOT the one who put the tire on backwards.
Until one day, the guy who replaced the tire came in for his daily lunch pick up.
And, as usual, had a snide remark to make about putting tires on backward.
I told him, “Next time you come in, I’ll tell you how to put one on upside down.”
That generated some laughter from him and a few others standing around listening to our conversation.
And it was the last time I heard anyone make a comment about a backward tire.
It was all in good fun, no harm was meant. Just teasing among a town full of friends.
Any one of those people would have been at my side at any time, if needed.
All I had to do was call for them.
I sure miss that place and the people of that town.
Now tell me…..
What memory can you share that always brings on a smile?