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Originally Posted by OhKay
I went to the store Monday and the lady checking me out kept staring at the scar on my neck in between scanning items (I had 4-5 things). She was making a strange face, I can't describe it. She saw me catch her a few times and she averted her eyes. She wouldn't look at my face.
It really bothered me. I can't stop thinking about it. Usually people aren't that blatant. I mentioned it to my husband. He said, "Who cares?" Obviously I do.
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Yeah, that grocery store would be a disturbing moment.
Actually, it was probably more about something in her own life.
When that happens go somewhere in your mind to a Thích Nhất Hạnh moment.
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I frequent a tiny grocery store where the staff know me enough to recognize me and leave me alone.
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