As I walked into Lowe’s tonight, I realized I was too ignorant to even ask for the part by its name. Was it a socket? A plug-in doohickey? Or “the stuff under where the plug goes”?
I don’t remember what I called it now, but a couple of employees looked puzzled until one of them realized what I wanted and directed me to Aisle 12. After wandering that aisle and confirming how hopelessly ignorant I was with these parts, a nice fellow shopper asked what I was looking for. She directed me to the right place — on Aisle 13, it turned out — and advised me about which one to buy.
I was completely out of my element and it made me feel shame and regret — not for the first time — about the utter disdain which I used to have toward people who did the sort of blue-collar work which I looked down upon.
If you’re out of place somewhere, nobody’s going to be very happy
Epiphany: Was it so bad that I used to work toward perfection?
Are you living the life you wanted when everything seemed possible?
Midlife becomes big crisis when our self-deception stops working
I used to ponder who I really am; today I just ask who I am for now
Why do humans run away from things we really need the most?
Stop using children as pawns to promote adult political agendas
Without peaceful breakup plan, U.S. faces violent, angry collapse
We live in Reverse World, where black is white and good is evil