As I entered the store there were two women coming out. Of course Jim held the door for them, too.
Behind them came a young man, then two more women, then a group of three or four.
As the parade straggled out of the store, I heard Jim say, “Come On. Sure, you too.” Then, in a louder voice, as the young man approached the door and hesitated, Jim said, “Sure, come on. You, too…” Then, in an even louder voice, as the next group of women hesitated, “If I’m going to be polite, let’s be quick about it.” Finally, in a Drill Sergeant voice, he goes, “You, too. Come on, move it! Hup! Hup! Hup! Left, right, left, right. Move it, move it, move it!” Jim had a whole crowd trotting out the door. The looks on their faces were precious; a mixture of confusion and humor. Most of the people in the store had turned to look, wondering what was going on. I think I blushed.
As the last of the women trotted out the door, Jim walked in, looking nonchalant as if nothing had happened. I said to him, “You sure know how to empty out a store.” I was laughing so hard I almost peed my pants. Jim just smiled and shrugged.
I should have told everyone watching the scene, “He doesn’t do ‘polite’ very often,” or, “He’s a Yank,” which would have explained everything, because it always does.
I find I can dress him up, but unpredictable results occur when I take him out.
Since meeting Jim there has been no lack of humour and laughter in my life. In my Abraham Hicks studies I learned that I need to find more happiness in my life, and to laugh more. I guess I manifested Jim to fulfill that need.
Jim: “Huh? What? Did I do something? Is there something in my teeth? Why are you looking at me that way?”