Thank God this is a long weekend, although thanks to my unemployment situation, the last two weeks have felt like one really "long weekend." But I digress...
Besides repeat viewings of Earth and Star Trek (both of which I highly recommend), I'll also be getting my first manicure in more than one year at The Ten Spot. I was always promising myself and Kristen Gale (the owner) that I'd return, but a few days ago, I just went for it and booked my upcoming appointment. In order to give my esthetician something to work with, I let my nails grow really long (for me, anyway).
I also plan to take in the annual fireworks display at Ashbridge's Bay Park on Victoria Day. I missed it last year due to the biggest brain cramp in the universe, but barring bad weather, I'll surely be there this year!
May 15, 2009
We Just Sat There...
This afternoon, I was took the subway to pick up a rice cooker at my former place of employment. While riding, a fellow passenger accidentally spilled a few items from her bag. She started picking them up while we sat there for about five seconds.
Yes, I said we sat there for about five seconds.
In my case, I hesitated with the decision to help her, thinking that someone else sitting closer to this passenger would be more willing to help. Unfortunately, that did not happen; only after I volunteered to help did someone help pick up the spilled goods. While I expressed disgust that these other passengers looked the other way (metaphorically speaking) while another passenger obviously needed help, I might as well have said "Hello, pot. My name's kettle."
The next time this happens, my prayer is that I'd lead by example.
Yes, I said we sat there for about five seconds.
In my case, I hesitated with the decision to help her, thinking that someone else sitting closer to this passenger would be more willing to help. Unfortunately, that did not happen; only after I volunteered to help did someone help pick up the spilled goods. While I expressed disgust that these other passengers looked the other way (metaphorically speaking) while another passenger obviously needed help, I might as well have said "Hello, pot. My name's kettle."
The next time this happens, my prayer is that I'd lead by example.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)