I was tired: Parking Handicap vs. Social Grace
"You have a handicapped parking tag?" I do not, I said. I weighed again, considering whether I should just get my business done, or do the right thing.
"Why are you parking there, then?" the lady demanded.
Have you met me? Of course I was going to do the right thing, but my tired self took a bit too long to respond. Also apparently I shrugged, because the lady yelling at me mimicked my shrug, and demanded again to know why I was parked there. I told the truth.
"Well, because I'm lazy and rude,"I said sincerely. "Would you like to go first while I park properly?"
So I got back in my car and parked along the curb like the lady had done, not because she yelled at me but because I was wrong. Because I, too, will be old one day and need that spot. Because it wasn't my business how much she looked like she needed that spot - she never said she did. She just said I was wrong and continued to mock me after I moved my car.
"Have another drink," she challenged. Sorry, lady. I'm just coming from 9 consecutive work days laden with overtime. She didn't want to hear about it.
She doesn't know how my life is; it doesn't matter. All I wish is that when she catches herself taking a short-cut in life she will remember me.
Here's a list of things to avoid when you're out in the world:
- Don't deny another person the grace to back out of a poor decision.
- Don't ask a question if you don't plan to evaluate the answer.
Never weigh another person's struggles for them.I feel like that lobster - trapped, soggy, bound, waiting to be eaten, or not. Just a half hour before that lady yelled at me, I'd allowed myself to say I am tired of living. I tell you this because I assume you know that moment; it passes. After leaving the scene of the faux pas, I wandered through the grocery store wishing that just one happy thing would fall into my path.
When I got home I found these books at my doorstep. Does it count as a wish granted if I ordered it, even though I forgot it was coming today? Yeah, I really think it does. I'm pouring a glass of Valpolicella into something that'll break when I drop it on the patio, and I'm going to sit outside in my rocking chair and read. Cheers.