Yesterday, I visited a club store…the largest in Loveland. I call our local outlet, the “$100 Dollar Store“, for it seems impossible for my wife and I to visit, without spending at least a hundred bucks. Today was the rare exception, for I picked up only one, small, handheld item. All of the open check stands were packed with carts loaded to the max. I searched out the shortest line, and situated myself behind a young man, with, as you would expect, a cart loaded to capacity.He hadn’t yet started piling his purchases on the conveyor, and he looked at me, noted the single item in my hand, and then began unloading the contents of his cart. He happily ignored my one item purchase.
A while back, I found myself in line with a nearly full grocery cart, and the woman behind me was pushing a cart holding just three or four items. “Go ahead,” I told her, “I’m not in a hurry.” She protested, but we soon traded places, and she quickly finished her purchase. She turned, and thanked me again.
I know she was happy, and I felt good too. But what about yesterday’s young shopper. Had his parents never attempted to school him in good manners? I wonder. My mother was the etiquette instructor in our family, and she did her best to impart what she felt were good manners to us. Polite was right.
Among other things, she also felt it was important, for me, as a male, to hold a door for others, and to relinquish my seat on a bus or in a waiting room, to female or elderly patrons. I still do. Remember the last time you took the shuttle at DIA? I’m reasonably sure that you witnessed no such display of courtesy. If an elderly passenger, using a walker, dared attempt to board, he/she would probably be trampled by their fellow travelers. In today’s enlightened age, even opening a door for a female companion can be considered an insult. I don’t know, possibly old geezers like me are just impediments to a good life. I can almost hear the unspoken: “Get out of my way old man, move it!”
So, next time you’re in a supermarket line with a loaded cart, and you take notice of the person in back of you pushing a cart with just a couple of items, be a hero, let them take your place in line, I promise, you’ll both feel a lot better for it.
This doesn’t apply if the shopper pulls out her coupon wallet.
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