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Date: 25 June 2006 15:25:19
This blog entry could just have easily been entitled 'I don't like your attitude, old man!', cos that is where it starts. As Only Husband mentioned in his blog, we attempted to donate a few items of furniture the other day. The arrival of those collecting the stuff did not start well, with my opening the door to a couple of yoofs (cue thought 'eh?') who pointed silently in the direction of the Cheery Chap bringing up the rear. After sullenly checking over the chest of drawers (rejected) he complained that he couldn't look at the wardrobe as there was too much stuff in the way.
"Oh, I'm sorry, would you have liked me to have left the stuff in, on and around the wardrobe instead of piling it, unobstructively, on the bed?!?" was exactly what I didn't say, being the polite, well brought up type. Then, by some miracle, he discovered that he could, in fact, get to the wardrobe! After checking it, he declared that it could be taken. However, he and his 'muscular men' could not lift it out of the room. So he politely and apologetically requested that Husband and I do their job for them...well, apart from the politeness...oh, and the apology.
No, no, he did not get my back up. At all. No.
Anyway, I decided not the blog this, but the wonderful contrast later in the day left me with a smile on my face. I thought it would serve as a nice illustration of the difference attitude makes. I was standing in the queue in the local Spar, there was a young lad with a peirced lip and floppy hair in front of me. He muttered 'Shit' under his breath, and left his place to collect an item he had evidently forgotten. During his absence, an elderly lady squeezed her way past and into place behind me, apologising that she appeared to be pushing in. She evidently wasn't, its just that she had to shuffle between the queue in front and the shelving in order to gain her place. At that point, the young man returned, and stood behind her. I said he should regain his place, he declined. Friendly old lady encouraged him, at which point he gratefully retook his place. A chat in the queue then began between me, young lad, friendly old lady and another lady. It was pleasant, uplifting and a total contrast to the Cheery Chap earlier that day.
A wonderful illustration of the power of the last being first! Grin!