Something that’s been on my mind lately is Kelly Clarkson.

Let me explain.

Kelly recently went to a fancy toy store in Manhattan. She had already picked out some items to buy and asked about a toy bird or something that was hanging on the wall with a price tag. She asked what the price was because it was too high up for her to see, and the clerk told her it wasn’t for sale and acted like she couldn’t afford the toy bird. She put back the other things she was going to buy and left the store.

I’ve never been money rich, but let me tell you what happened to me once.

I needed new glasses. The ones I had were held together with paper clips and Scotch tape. So I went to the eye doctor.

I think I had worked all night the night before; I don’t really remember, but I was wearing sweatpants and an old New Order T-shirt that I should have thrown away 20 years before but didn’t; I’m not even a New Order fan.

The eye doctor was very nice and treated me with respect. After the appointment, I took the prescription he gave me and went to buy frames at the store that was in the same building.

There were two women standing at a counter who immediately stopped talking when I walked into the store. As I was looking around and trying on frames, I could hear them whispering to each other. Someone else walked in, and they both jumped up and ran over to that person and started oohing and ahhing over his selections.

I just kept looking because I really needed glasses and they had a good selection of frames.

I picked out some I liked and went to the counter and set them down and waited, and waited, and waited.

One of the women tore herself away and came to the counter and, without asking any questions, said, “You’re not going to be able to buy those.”

In my head, I’m still giving them the benefit of the doubt, thinking maybe these frames aren’t for sale for some reason, so I asked, “Why not?”

“I just know you won’t be able to,” she told me and walked back to the other customer.

So, I left and bought a pair of glasses and sunglasses from a store in the mall. I wanted to go back to the other place with them and put one pair on and the other and say, “you made a big mistake, big mistake,” like the scene in Pretty Woman but I didn’t.

I feel for Kelly, I’m sorry that happened to her, and that she was made to feel that way. It is not a good feeling. Also I’m not a Kelly Clarkson fan but I have a sort of kindred spirit feeling about her because she grew up in Burleson and I grew up in Joshua.

I still drive by that store and I know it’s still open because the lights are on, but there are never any cars in the parking lot. So I guess they are still snotty I don’t know.

It’s not hard to be kind.

That is all for me today. Have a good Saturday.