I was in the checkout line at the grocery store, waiting,
sigh. In the express line next to my
line, an elderly couple rolled up.
I had seen them in the aisles and thought what a sweet
couple. The man was riding a motored
cart and his wife was holding on to a rope (which had been wrapped around the
motored cart) and being pulled behind him in her wheelchair. He had the basket that was part of the cart
and she was holding a small hand carry basket in her lap. I thought, what a devoted pair they must be.
When they pulled up in the line next to mine the same
thought crossed my mind. I smiled and
continued waiting, sigh. After looking
at the time on my phone, I looked up to see a woman who was two carts ahead of
me in line had loaded her items on the conveyor belt and stepped over to the
next line to assist the elderly couple with the unloading of their baskets. I was so impressed, and a little embarrassed
that I hadn’t thought to do that. Good
for her!
Moving forward in time, I was in a car line, waiting for
the light to turn green. This red car
passed me to get into the right hand lane.
That lane turns into a right turn only lane, but there are plenty of
people who get into that lane only to try to get ahead of the people going
straight by cutting back into the straight line in front of people. Argh.
I believe intentionally cutting in a car line is just as rude as cutting
in front of people standing in a line.
Of course, someone ahead of me let the red car cut in.
Sigh. I went back to singing to the radio, and shortly found myself directly
behind the red car that had passed me.
We come to another red light.
This time with two left hand turn lanes with the right lane turning into
a right turn only lane. Yup, the red car
pulled into the lane that will end up having to go right. The light turns green, she speeds up and cuts
back into the lane that goes straight, about five cars ahead of me. Okay, if we give her the benefit of the
doubt, maybe she had an emergency. I
happen to think this is just her standard way of driving. The “me” first mentality.
Would you rather see the “you first” behavior of the lady
who helped the elderly couple, or the “me first” behavior of the lady in the
red car? I know how I would answer that.
Now think for just a minute… would you rather BE the “you
first” behavior of the lady who helped the elderly couple, or the “me first”
behavior of the lady in the red car?
I hope you would prefer the “you first” behavior. Wouldn’t
the world be a better place if we all preferred the “you first” behavior? Something to think about.
