Some non-events turn into major game changers now and again in my life. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately as I’m wont to do, when life is in turmoil anyway. I keep coming up with a in itself very insignificant occurrence from the 1980s.
During my time at University I used to work in a delicatessen to earn my keep. Money was paid in cash, I had the key to the place, which was right there in Schwabing where we used to party and the storage locker there was full of cigarettes, in case we ran out of smokes. (For the record: I listed every pack and had them deducted from my salary later) Life was a lark and I was a young and bright thing and eventually would go and be a journalist waiting for her Pulitzer.
One morning I attended a history seminar, had a lively discussion with the tutor and then went on to work. I donned my white apron, went behind the counter and started selling snacks. The same tutor I had spoken to only two hours earlier came in, bought some sandwiches and a drink and while he was actually speaking to me he neither recognized me nor greeted me.
That hurt like a bitch. Obviously I wasn’t all that bright and nowhere near the Pulitzer, but just the sandwich girl in a slightly seedy delicatessen.
So I went home in the evening, started writing applications, started taking University serious again and party a little less (but only a little). I found a full time job, got my degree and never went back to the delicatessen.
And I always treat sandwich girls (and gas station attendants and shop assistants and burger flippers and everyone else) as respectful as I want to be treated myself. I was one and who knows, with life as it is, I may still be one again.
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