To the Lady at the Bar, I’m Sorry I judged You
By Manuela Domingos
I've been visiting Switzerland for about a week now, in a small town called Monthey.
The mountains are breathtaking, the scenery relaxing. It is an ideal place for meditation and for those who want to get away from the bustle of a big city.
After the chaos that occurred in Nice last week, it's been helpful to have some time away from Paris and to reflect on many things. I'm thankful for this time spent away.
An overwhelming theme during my stay here has been “patience and acceptance.”
It seems like little things have seemingly gotten the best of me these past few days, almost like God has been testing my patience.
I think last night was probably one of His tests.
My cousin and I went to visit a bar in hopes of enjoying a night out in town.
Monthey is not necessarily a town known for an epic nightlife, although it's calm bars and unique people offer a tinge of interest to the casual onlooker.
We were greeted by a seemingly annoyed bartender who passively answered most of our questions.
Perhaps the American in me was too straightforward, since I demanded if there was any alcohol in the mojito that was served to us. I’ve been reminded by my cousin multiple times that Americans can be loud and in your face, in which I reply that Europeans still love our culture since they seem to only listen to our music and not artists of their own.
Anyway, there was a bunch of ice on top and seemingly no drink whatsoever.
I felt rigged.
My attitude changed from then on. Everything this woman did bothered me. I especially did not like the looks she threw our way. I was simply not a fan of this lady.
At one point she ordered that we go somewhere else to exchange our euros for francs since they did not accept euros at the bar. She then demanded that one of us stay behind since she “did not want to lose money” in the case that we decide to run away without paying.
My mother raised me better than that, but I decided to keep this to myself.
It took all the strength in me to not be rude.
We paid and left. My cousin said goodbye, I didn't.
I felt disrespected. On our way home, I voiced my views on her attitude.
Later on that night I wrote a bad review on the bar’s site – yes, I'm that girl.
I woke up this morning with a different mindset. I realized that I didn't know this woman that served us yesterday.
Heck, I didn't even know her name.
All I knew was that she probably lived in Monthey, Switzerland, worked as a bartender, had dark brown hair and a stinky attitude the night before.
She could have simply been having a bad day, or something may have been bothering her that night.
It was not in my place to automatically place her in this cloud of judgment, leaving no room for other options.
I recalled times where I may have had a bad day at work and it may have seeped through my face and my attitude. Often times, we are unaware how we treat people due to personal reasons.
So to the lady at the bar: I apologize that I judged you.
May your nights at the bar be better, may the energies you radiate to your customers be nice.
There's many sides of you, I'm sure; not just the one I saw last night.
Last night’s test of patience taught me something valuable, and I'm glad I could use this experience to learn & grow.
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