When we’re not “treated right”

“It’s about time!” I said as I plopped my items on the checkout counter at the local drugstore. As soon as the words came out, my face burned with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” I quickly said to the cashier. I wasn’t the only one who was frustrated by the way the cashier laughed and chatted with a coworker between customers. But I knew my tone wasn’t what Jesus’ would have been. I wish it was rare for me to show such impatience. It sobers me when I wonder how badly I may