So today was the day that everyone decided not to turn up. Our charity shop was workerless. We weren't going to open - I was about to type the sign apologising for being shut when I thought - 'I'll do it' so I spent the morning behind a till! It only happens once in a while so I can't complain and actually it is great to see and spend time with the different characters that pop in.
Joyce came in first and spent nothing but an hour going up and down the ladies rail happy to talk to me and to anyone who came in. We laughed together and shared together, her eyes welled up as she told me of her daughters cancer, her fear and anxiety. Customer after customer came and went - not Joyce she spent time in the shoes carefully considering every pair, then the curtains and the bedding, the books, bric-a-brac.
In the end I said - "Joyce do you want to sit down - I'll get a cup of tea?"
Funny how a charity shop can be a 'mission interface' an area of proximity, an excuse to make people feel included, respected and whole.
I was glad I opened.