What We Need Now Is A Lot More Empathy
Entitled jerks and loudmouths take note
I'm telling you, this Pandemic is really pushing people to the brink of civilized behavior. Just this weekend, I saw people acting so boorishly, it made me want to weep for where we are headed as a society.
This story is a follow-up to an earlier story.
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Grocery shopping- Vons, Chula Vista
On Friday, my family was out on a walk, when one of our Boxers stuck his snout into a bee that was on the ground, and he got stung on the nose. His whole face swelled up. Now, this has happened before, and we know to give the dog an antihistamine pill, and he feels better right away.
Luckily there was a Vons grocery store nearby, so I ran in to buy some peanut butter and some Benadryl pills. Well, the Express line was packed with about 20 people in it. They were buying 40 oz. beers, and People magazines, potato chips, and all sorts of crap.
So I ran down to another aisle that looked wide open. Right when I get to the aisle, this chubby guy in "Stone Brewing" T-shirt, rolls up, with his cart filled with like, 10,000 items. He can barely push the cart.
"Sir, can I cut in front here, I have a medical emergency going on," I ask the guy.
You should have seen the sour puss on this schlump.
"There's an Express line right over there, what's wrong with that line?" says the Prick.
"Sir, are you serious? It'll just be two seconds here, and I'll be right on my way" I plead with the guy.
Nope. The jerk made me wait behind him. It took even longer because he had to sign up for a Vons Member Card.
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"The Henry" Restaurant- Coronado, California
This afternoon, Saturday, my family and I are enjoying a nice meal on the patio, socially distancing, and frequently cleaning our hands with hand sanitizer. At the high top table six feet away from us, a commotion breaks out.
"Why is it my problem that the keg is out!?" yells this bloated, red-faced guy, embarrassing his cute family stuck there sitting with him.
"Sir, I'm so sorry, it will just be a moment, they're working on it right now," says the poor waitress.
"I don't care if they're brewing a special batch just for me! I'm thirsty now! Bring me a free beer while I wait!" says the entitled bastard.
"Sir, I'll have to ask my manager . . ." says the waitress.
"Well . . . Chop, chop!" says the Prick. "And if the manager says no, tell 'em to come over and talk to me. I want to tell them about this idea I have for when the keg runs out."
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During these difficult times, I think people should take a good look at themselves in the mirror, and decide if they like what they see. What we all need now is a lot more empathy.
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