When I was a kid, cutting in line (aka line jumping) was a tragedy for the rest of the kids in the line. I mean, it could really ruin a kid's recess to have a kid cut in line for the slide, or swings, or a change at four-square. Today, we rose above all that.
Give cuts to a woman at the ice cream store to pick up a pre-ordered birthday cake. She seemed pretty patient, but clearly had other things to do. There were four of us, one of her, and no one else to risk offending. We waved her ahead.
2 seconds to grant the cut, 5 extra minutes of wait time in line.
It's Saturday, mid-afternoon. For once we have nowhere we really need to be. (Actually, LOTS of times we don't really need to be in a rush for anything, but today...absolutely nothing but a nap and playtime headed our way.)
The lady seemed greatly surprised by the move. Her smile was certainly a great reward.
Day 737: Lost and found times two
2 months ago