Friday, July 23, 2010
Not Always a True Beauty
The next afternoon, I was sitting in the hair salon playing a game on my phone while I was waiting to get my hair cut when a woman walked up to the coffee machine sitting on the table next to me. “Which one is decaf?” she asked me. “I don’t know,” I said as I continued to play my game and wondering why she asked me instead of the receptionist who was sitting just five feet away. She figured out which one was decaf and then asked me if I knew where the stirrers were. “I don’t know. I don’t even drink coffee.” I weakly offered never looking up from my phone. Then out of the corner of my eye I could see her shifting back and forth. The receptionist asked her what she was looking for. Just as she said, “the garbage can,” she found it between me and the table. Vaguely aware of what was going on and still never looking up from my game, I moved out of the way enough so that she could throw away her stirrer. I was a little annoyed. All I wanted to do was wait in peace and this woman was invading my space. But then, would it really have been such a big inconvenience for me to take a moment of my time and offer her some kindness and maybe a little help.
About the pictures:
Blackwater Falls State Park (May 2010)
Posted by Maureen Profeta