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A christmas call for courtesy
11 years ago
This might put some panties in a twist... But need I remind you that in Japan, you can buy panties from a vendor, so you're safe...
Yes yes. I know that Christmas is a very busy time for us all, be it human, fur, alien, whatever... That still doesn't exempt us from showing just that little bit of courtesy and compassion. Why does a mouse squeak up first now? I'll tell you why. Lend me thy ear...
Today, I was out doing the last bit of christmas shopping at the local grocery store. Needed to look for a pack of socks, flour, sugar and breakfast buns for Christmas morning (the latter I had no success in finding and they only had boring black socks. Bleh). There were many a soul in that store. Account for, we're talking about some 100+ indiciduals, whereof about one sixth were screaming and / or staring kids because I walk around with a long trench coat and a ponytail tied up with a pink (YES PINK) band. I'm the kind of guy whom people tend to stare at for some reason.
Walking past the shelf with socks and stockings. Nothing my size nor interest i picked up what I could find there; a pair of basic normal cotton socks. Well. That was one thing off my checklist. Down the aisle ... two carts ... two women, each with a kid or two in tow ... blocking it all and babbling like hen, not a single care in the world that they're blocking the entire aisle...
Having detoured, mainly because I am far from confrontational during this time a year, I came to the spice aisle. Little kid runs by, stops up as he's almot running me over. I was looking up at the top shelf till I notice the little rebel staring up at me. He couldn't have been much more than to my thigh. I turned my head to look down at him with a risen brow but a kind smile. First remark from him was "... Are you a girl?" ... I almost lost it. Having about the most difficult time holding back a hysterical laughter, I knelt down next to him and told him that I am a male. Fixated on my pink hairband and my coat though, he determined I must be a girl who had a man's voice. So I pulled out my wallet and showed him a picture of my fennec ixon here and said "This is also a boy, but he also got long hair. It is normal. Even santa got long hair. He just have it on the chin."...
Vy then, his mom had already come over and near apologized for her son's behavior but I had to shake my head. Kids are curious. It's natural. I left the boy with the picture because, why not.
Moving on, I walked through masses of people. And sometimes, I wonder if kids nowadays are better raised than the adults as it's the adults whom are making a mess in that store. I kid you not. misplacing goods, picking up things and just throwing them back like some discarded toy. Anyways. I still found what I needed, and along the way, helped an assistant with repositioning misplaced goods for a bit. Poor fella looked almost at a loss after a middleaged man nearly tore down a shelf to get something which he subsequently didn't want anyways.
Well. That was another smile secured. Half the work, half the time. It was quick but I am sure that assistant had many other things to do than cleaning up after some jerk...
proceeding onwards to check-out; two big piles of baskets and people with no more than three items, picking the biggest baskets, time enough to take a pile and drive it some seven meters to the entrance. Anyone bothers? Naah! Too busy standing here and looking like a coolguy (Translation: Idiot). I myself had a handful of goods warranting the bigger basket i'd brought. But I thought: Why the hell not? So instead of standing around and looking like somem malplaced spazoid in the middle of Tokyo Rush hour, I placed my stuff nimbly on the conveyor belt, and when I went up to the cashier, brought the two piles of baskets along; making not only her, but some fifteen other people stare at me in a mix of shame and glee. Guess who was smiling. Over with the baskets and placing them. Happyface. I made it back just as the pack of socks rolled over the scanner and pling. I had more stuff, pulled the baskets out and managed to get back in time to fill the payment for the stuff and guess what? i didn't hinder the line one bit, and I made someone happy.
It's not the fact of looking good that gets you somewhere. it's not by looking presentable or chic. It's all the little things. It might not be much, but it's all the little thing that you do, that can turn a frown upside-down.
A picture of a furry here, a helping hand there, a kind word or grateful smile and you potentially just made someone have an easier day at work, and made the jerks look like jerks.
With that being said, this mouse has squeaked, and I wish you all a very merry christmas. See you on the other side of the feast! And that cheese by the way ... is mine...
Today, I was out doing the last bit of christmas shopping at the local grocery store. Needed to look for a pack of socks, flour, sugar and breakfast buns for Christmas morning (the latter I had no success in finding and they only had boring black socks. Bleh). There were many a soul in that store. Account for, we're talking about some 100+ indiciduals, whereof about one sixth were screaming and / or staring kids because I walk around with a long trench coat and a ponytail tied up with a pink (YES PINK) band. I'm the kind of guy whom people tend to stare at for some reason.
Walking past the shelf with socks and stockings. Nothing my size nor interest i picked up what I could find there; a pair of basic normal cotton socks. Well. That was one thing off my checklist. Down the aisle ... two carts ... two women, each with a kid or two in tow ... blocking it all and babbling like hen, not a single care in the world that they're blocking the entire aisle...
Having detoured, mainly because I am far from confrontational during this time a year, I came to the spice aisle. Little kid runs by, stops up as he's almot running me over. I was looking up at the top shelf till I notice the little rebel staring up at me. He couldn't have been much more than to my thigh. I turned my head to look down at him with a risen brow but a kind smile. First remark from him was "... Are you a girl?" ... I almost lost it. Having about the most difficult time holding back a hysterical laughter, I knelt down next to him and told him that I am a male. Fixated on my pink hairband and my coat though, he determined I must be a girl who had a man's voice. So I pulled out my wallet and showed him a picture of my fennec ixon here and said "This is also a boy, but he also got long hair. It is normal. Even santa got long hair. He just have it on the chin."...
Vy then, his mom had already come over and near apologized for her son's behavior but I had to shake my head. Kids are curious. It's natural. I left the boy with the picture because, why not.
Moving on, I walked through masses of people. And sometimes, I wonder if kids nowadays are better raised than the adults as it's the adults whom are making a mess in that store. I kid you not. misplacing goods, picking up things and just throwing them back like some discarded toy. Anyways. I still found what I needed, and along the way, helped an assistant with repositioning misplaced goods for a bit. Poor fella looked almost at a loss after a middleaged man nearly tore down a shelf to get something which he subsequently didn't want anyways.
Well. That was another smile secured. Half the work, half the time. It was quick but I am sure that assistant had many other things to do than cleaning up after some jerk...
proceeding onwards to check-out; two big piles of baskets and people with no more than three items, picking the biggest baskets, time enough to take a pile and drive it some seven meters to the entrance. Anyone bothers? Naah! Too busy standing here and looking like a coolguy (Translation: Idiot). I myself had a handful of goods warranting the bigger basket i'd brought. But I thought: Why the hell not? So instead of standing around and looking like somem malplaced spazoid in the middle of Tokyo Rush hour, I placed my stuff nimbly on the conveyor belt, and when I went up to the cashier, brought the two piles of baskets along; making not only her, but some fifteen other people stare at me in a mix of shame and glee. Guess who was smiling. Over with the baskets and placing them. Happyface. I made it back just as the pack of socks rolled over the scanner and pling. I had more stuff, pulled the baskets out and managed to get back in time to fill the payment for the stuff and guess what? i didn't hinder the line one bit, and I made someone happy.
It's not the fact of looking good that gets you somewhere. it's not by looking presentable or chic. It's all the little things. It might not be much, but it's all the little thing that you do, that can turn a frown upside-down.
A picture of a furry here, a helping hand there, a kind word or grateful smile and you potentially just made someone have an easier day at work, and made the jerks look like jerks.
With that being said, this mouse has squeaked, and I wish you all a very merry christmas. See you on the other side of the feast! And that cheese by the way ... is mine...
