At Savon Drugs just now while I was picking up a prescription I saw a women exemplify the type of consideration for another that I hope someday to personify. A elderly man in front of us was standing at the counter of the pharmacy, I was standing in line with one lady behind me when a tall chick flounced around the aisle corner in her wooden heeled shoes. The sound they made was ridiculous. So much more annoying then the "twack-twack-twack" of flip-flops. I live in a crunchy-granola enclave in L.A., so this sort of attire is wholey expected and frequently seen.
"BANG"
When I heard the noise I immediately looked at the girl in the wood clodhoppers, but both of her feet were firmly planted on the ground. Turning behind me, the lady at my back shrugged her shoulders, but as I turned forward she left her place behind me and walked to the man at the counter.
Suspicious, paranoid, mean-spirited me, thought, "that woman is going to cut in front of me. she is going to get the pharmacists attention and chat her ear off while I rot here in line".
Boy, was I wrong.
Once she reached the counter, to my surprise the woman knelt down and picked up the elderly man's cane. Handing it back to him she smiled and then returned her position in line. Wow, what a wonderful surprise.
As a post script of this blog entry I note that when I concluded my transaction and was readying to leave, the women now at the front of the line asked if I had seen the elderly mans tattooed arm. I shook my head up and down and smiled. "He was a survivor".
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