The Stinky Cheese Man

I have never really read the book the Stinky Cheese Man. So I apologize in advance for taking the title and making it my own. Today work was very busy. On busy days we tend to deliver service to people that smell. Some smell like beer. Some like B.O. (a lot like B.O. actually). Some even smell like cheese. However, I have never (until today) smelled anyone quite like Mr. So and So. Mr. So and So is not a rich man. Though he isn't poor either. He is of short stature and has really nice blue eyes. He limps a little and his mouth droops to the left when he smiles. I would not have noticed these features had he not smelled like he stepped straight out of a cat box. A used cat box. I found myself in quite a spot. I was taking notice of all the things that made him appealing just to direct my mind from focusing on his smell. When he left I wondered if this little blip in my day made me a good person or a bad person. Was I good for focusing on all of his pleasantries? Or bad because I had to focus on all of his great attributes to avoid focusing on the atrocious smell? In the end I came to the conculsion that I am a bad person. I had a five minute conversation with a nice man and I can't tell you how old he is, if he has children, or even if he comes into to our center often. A good person would be able to tell you all of this and even his cat's name. So today I pray for grace, compassion, and a little bottle of lysol to take the pain away.