Re-set button

I jab my index finger onto the tiny button located on my car’s dashboard. Like magic, the miles between fueling return to zero. Wouldn’t it be fun if we could re-set our troubled times like that? A small button on the body part of choice would quickly rid us of hurt feelings or missed chances. I’d probably wear mine out!
In a way we can do that by adjusting or re-setting our attitudes. Today I went to the grocery store to pick up a number of items. I had a stack of rumply-edged coupons I intended to use and guided the grocery cart into the luscious scents of the produce department. The potatoes I wanted seemed to be missing, but that happens. Coupon items can go fast if the price is right. The produce manager was filling the onion bin nearby and was trying hard to keep from making eye-contact. “Um,” I asked with soft voice, “Are these the potatoes on ad?” I hoisted a five pound bag in the air and jiggled it for effect. The manager looked at me like I had recently rolled in something dead. “That coupon is for a different store,” he said, then turned away and kept working. I glanced at the coupon and, sure enough, another store’s name was on the bottom. Oops.
I had made the shameful mistake of mixing my coupons, and had paid the price in manager disdain. Ouch. I finished getting my other purchases while thinking about the exchange between me and the manager. Wouldn’t it have been nicer if he had said, “Oh, it appears you have a great deal from one of our competitors. Let’s see if our store can match or even better their offer!” Wow, that would have caught my attention and garnered my loyalty. But no, that’s not what happened and I felt funky. It was my error, but geez.
As I was driving home I saw not one, but two, eagles soaring in the sky. They were probably doing a little grocery shopping of their own, and had a coupon for slow mice. I laughed at the idea and felt my re-set button engage. It was the best part of my day.