Tumbling K
Crowing
last month, my wife had asked me to stop and pick up something from the grocery store. I stopped at a very small HEB on the way home from work. I had noticed a very elderly lady and her teen aged grandson shopping. Well grandson was speed shopping from a list, and his poor grandma, was left shuffling behind by several feet. She was a little unsteady walking and walked very slow.
I checked out and as I was leaving the entrance of the store, noticed that grandson had left grandma again, and she was stuck on the store side of the driveway, looking worried. Many cars were passing the front of the store. I have to be careful here, because at times my appearance, can be a little scary. Big beard, and usually a rather intense or angry look. I gently asked her, if she would mind if I escorted her to her car. I asked her to please hold on to my basket, and take her time, I would take her across the drive way. She looked a little confused, so I offered her my arm instead, and she readily placed her hand in the crook of my elbow, and we proceeded. As we slowly shuffled across the driveway, I politely stared down the oncoming car, who's driver seemed to think the crosswalk was not for slow moving elderly folks.
we made it to her car, and grandson, was sitting inside!!!
I politely informed him of the importance of respect for those people that have come before us, and do so much for us. he apologized to me, and I again, politely reminded him the person that need his "I'm sorry" was his grandmother. He mumbled something, and I asked him politely "What?!?" A much clearer "I'm sorry grandma." and I left.
can't stand rudeness in any generation.
I checked out and as I was leaving the entrance of the store, noticed that grandson had left grandma again, and she was stuck on the store side of the driveway, looking worried. Many cars were passing the front of the store. I have to be careful here, because at times my appearance, can be a little scary. Big beard, and usually a rather intense or angry look. I gently asked her, if she would mind if I escorted her to her car. I asked her to please hold on to my basket, and take her time, I would take her across the drive way. She looked a little confused, so I offered her my arm instead, and she readily placed her hand in the crook of my elbow, and we proceeded. As we slowly shuffled across the driveway, I politely stared down the oncoming car, who's driver seemed to think the crosswalk was not for slow moving elderly folks.
we made it to her car, and grandson, was sitting inside!!!
I politely informed him of the importance of respect for those people that have come before us, and do so much for us. he apologized to me, and I again, politely reminded him the person that need his "I'm sorry" was his grandmother. He mumbled something, and I asked him politely "What?!?" A much clearer "I'm sorry grandma." and I left.
can't stand rudeness in any generation.