Other people's mistakes are not about you

Photo by DISRUPTIVO on Unsplash The store was busy. You know, the kind of busy that feels like carbonation bubbling up in a soda can? It was like that. It was busy and building every second. It was a Friday, and I had two guys who were supposed to be selling shoes. I hadn't seen them in a while, and I knew that I probably wouldn't like whatever they were doing. I didn't ask for them on the walkie. I wanted to find them. I gave it some time and watched the floor. I watched the shoe department...