Not the infamous, Asshat Donald.
Today I”m talking about Donald who works at my local book store.
A couple of days ago, I picked up the phone to make sure that they had a copy of my book-club-book in stock before I fought Toronto’s ridiculous traffic to pick it up on my way to yoga class.
Yah, I know. First-world-problem-enough for you?
Anyway, when I called, it was early and I expected a worn out part-time employee’s weary voice on the other end, with just a hint of why-don’t-you-just-order-online sarcasm.
Instead I got Donald.
“GOOD MORNING! You’ve reached your local bookstore, and my name is DONALD! How can I make your day better?”
We chatted about what I was looking for, he put me on hold as he verified he could lay hands on it, and then came back and shared words to live by in his farewell address;
“Don’t eat too much cake today at the party because we’re going to celebrate with bubbly after that!”
We need more Donald in our lives. We need to challenge his enthusiasm, joy, and whatever help he gets by with.
Go out into the world today, treat it like a party, and dare to be like Donald.