urban manners

Yesterday I was in a short, but slow-moving line at Duane Reade in PABT, and when I was the next to be served, the man behind me ask politely with desperation if he could go ahead of me.  He displayed his kids school scissors, which were his only item, and he described his soon-to-depart bus.  I was feeling pressured myself, and I let it show with a pitiful child-like concession as I let him pass.  I wish I had been more gracious.

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About Tom Doody

middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel
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