Your Problems Are Only as Large as the World You Choose to Live In
First off, let me credit my boss with the title of this blog. It's a philosophy that he shared with me, and it's SO true. Take this example:
Last weekend I was visiting a local hardware store, as I often do since I purchased my 1930's vintage home. On the way in, I noticed a man standing around by the entrance. He didn't seem very interested in entering the store. His attempt to stop a customer entering the store confirmed that he was down on his luck and looking for handouts, or at least a light for his cigarette.
I followed behind a woman and her husband as we entered the store. He stopped to pitch his cigarette into the pot outside the door on the way in, and she slowed down to watch the unlucky man. As I was following behind her, I briefly debated whether I should give her a shove through the door or ask her if this man was a friend of hers. I certainly didn't want to have a long, uncomfortable conversation with him and she seemed determined to do so.
Once we were inside, the woman turned around to watch the unlucky man through the windows. She turned to her husband and said, "honey that man just took your cigarette." As if her husband was supposed to go back outside and confront this man for a cigarette butt.
Her husband couldn't have handled it better. He said "oh, really?" and grabbed a shopping cart.
I thought it over for a second and realized that the only person who was bothered by any of this was the woman. The unlucky man got another cigarette, the husband wasn't worrying, and I had some good fodder for my blog.
Last weekend I was visiting a local hardware store, as I often do since I purchased my 1930's vintage home. On the way in, I noticed a man standing around by the entrance. He didn't seem very interested in entering the store. His attempt to stop a customer entering the store confirmed that he was down on his luck and looking for handouts, or at least a light for his cigarette.
I followed behind a woman and her husband as we entered the store. He stopped to pitch his cigarette into the pot outside the door on the way in, and she slowed down to watch the unlucky man. As I was following behind her, I briefly debated whether I should give her a shove through the door or ask her if this man was a friend of hers. I certainly didn't want to have a long, uncomfortable conversation with him and she seemed determined to do so.
Once we were inside, the woman turned around to watch the unlucky man through the windows. She turned to her husband and said, "honey that man just took your cigarette." As if her husband was supposed to go back outside and confront this man for a cigarette butt.
Her husband couldn't have handled it better. He said "oh, really?" and grabbed a shopping cart.
I thought it over for a second and realized that the only person who was bothered by any of this was the woman. The unlucky man got another cigarette, the husband wasn't worrying, and I had some good fodder for my blog.
1 Amendments:
Or was it that YOU were pissed at the unlucky man because you were ready to tackle him for that tossed out butt????
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