This week Ray and I stopped for lunch at McDonalds. I stared at the digital kiosk to figure out how to place our order. Had there been someone at the counter, I would have just stepped up and asked if I could put in our order there – like in the old days. No one was there. Slowly, reluctantly, I set up the order but then couldn’t find the option to confirm and pay.  Finally, an employee passed by and I asked for help. She hit a few spots on the screen, click, click, click, and it was ready for me to pay.

As we sat and waited for our order to be delivered, I felt so frustrated that a machine should make me feel so inadequate. So slow. So inept.

I miss the old days. I miss stepping up to a counter and sharing language with a human. Am I the only one? (I suspect not.) Maybe the lesson for me to take from this is to not take people for granted. To be more conscious of, and appreciative of, the clerk at the counter in any business. It’s nice to interact with other humans. Can I hear an amen?

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P.S. On another note, I’ll be making a few presentations in Clarkston, Washington this month. If you’re in the area, I hope you’ll stop by.

March 24 I’ll share my Camino story/book at 5:30 p.m. at the Asotin County Library.

March 28 I’ll lead a vision board workshop at the Valley Spiritual Center, 9:00 a.m. – 1:00 p.m.

Email me for the details. If you would like to arrange for a presentation for a group in your area, let me know. I’d love to explore the possibilities.