Have you ever went somewhere and felt as if maybe, you were invisible, or that people were bitter because you were there? Well, this past weekend, my friend Tina and I went to eat at a Mexican restaurant, which shall remain nameless, and that’s exactly how we felt.
There’s nothing better than sitting down to a meal while people, who think they can sing, belt out karaoke, and that’s precisely why we chose this place. Right off the bat, the guy brought us our chips and salsa. He said “hello, how are you” but he never looked at us. He stared at the door the entire time. We decided that from that moment on, when we spoke to each other we would look out the window, or straight up. We were laughing like crazy.
The waitress came to take our order, and boy was she ever a friendly puss! Not! We didn’t order much being that Mexican food doesn’t agree with Tina, all she ordered was cheese dip, and I ordered a quesadilla. We sat there talking and laughing the whole time.
A man, who appeared to be the manager, started walking by our table staring. Not like a “hey, I’d like to get to know y’all” kind of stare. It was a stare that made me feel like I was back in school, and was being warned I was being too loud. Which, of course never happened to me personally, but I’ve certainly seen the look.
I told Tina we must’ve been laughing too loudly, because he looked ticked! The second time he walked by giving us ‘the look’ we decided that he must’ve wanted us to leave since we weren’t buying drinks. No one was waiting on a table, nor was it crowded, so we sat a little longer. The third time he walked by we decided we’d better get while the getting was good! He was scary.
We got to the counter to pay and he was the one taking the money. This is where it gets really bad. He totals up the bill. Tells us the total as if he were telling someone how much he hated them. “$7.90” he said with disdain, as he shook his head in utter disgust. Tina and I looked at each other and ran out the door. Once the fear, and anger subsided, we died laughing!
It was the oddest thing I’ve ever encountered. I mean, sure, we didn’t spend much money, but like I said, it wasn’t crowded. It’s not like we were taking up a table that a big spender was waiting on. Now, when someone gives a dirty look, or either of us do, we refer to it as the “$7.90 look”.
Sometimes, I’ve been guilty of giving the $7.90 look when people didn’t look or act like I thought they should. Or maybe they were dressed in a manner in which I didn’t approve. Maybe someone came to church and didn’t behave very church-like.
I wonder, have I ever made anyone feel like that manager made us feel? Have I ever judged someone by the way they looked? Instead of loving someone when they weren’t acting just right, did I give them the $7.90 look. I’m sad to admit that, my answer is yes to all the above. I’ve been ‘the $7.90 person’.
We should love everyone no matter what. We should treat everyone with grace, no matter how much they have or don’t have. No matter how they’re dressed or act. No matter where they’re at in their Christian walk, or if they’re not there at all. Please Lord, help me not give the $7.90 look, help me to look at people through your eyes with love.
When you do things, do not let selfishness or pride be your guide. Instead, be humble and give more honor to others than to yourselves. 4 Do not be interested only in your own life, but be interested in the lives of others. Philippians 2:3-4