Had a friend over to dinner tonight.  He's eating mostly vegetarian these days, so my Lovely Wife decided it was a good opportunity to make some Indian food, since well, all of us love Indian cuisine, and because there's a ton of wonderful things she can make that are vegetarian.  She even stopped in at our local Indian grocery to pick up a few extra specialty home made items to round out the meal.  Unfortunately, when she was getting ready to cook, she realized that she didn't have quite enough basmati rice in the house as she thought.  Now getting the Little Man back into the car, and schlepping over to the store a second time to just buy rice seemed a little nonsensical.  Especially considering that I have to go out of my way not to pass this little grocery on the way home.  So she let me know what she wanted me to pick up--some already prepared but frozen vegetarian pilaf, because there wouldn't be enough time to cook raw rice from when I got home to when we wanted to eat.  (Actually that was an even smarter call than she anticipated, since today's sun glare slowed the highway traffic and the commute took nearly double!  Gah.)

That was just the prologue to the story.

I hit the freezer section in the back, and picked up two boxes of rice.  I also picked up a jar of chutney, because she'd mentioned we were almost out of the ginger mango, and well, that's some darn good stuff.   I got on line at the front of the store.  Someone was at the register being ringed up, and there were two families in front of me, with good sized baskets full.  I settled in to wait my turn.  I knew I was running late, so I was hoping that maybe they'd get someone going on the second register.  After the first man walked out with his purchase, the next person on line turned to me, and said.  "You only have a few items, why don't you go ahead, I have a whole basket full."   I was a bit shocked.  If I were in Shoprite, that would never happen.  (Granted in Shoprite, there are express lanes, but ever notice how often the express lanes get backed up faster than the regular lanes?)  I looked to the other family, also in front of me, and they said go ahead as well.  I thanked them for their kindness, and made my purchase as quickly as possible.  Paying cash so as not to abuse their gesture.  It was what little I could do.

There's no way they could have known I was running late, and that in fact by the time I got in the door, our dinner guest was all ready there and helping my wife with the food prep.  (I didn't even know that second part myself til I got home.)  That was an amazing amount of courtesy.  A refreshing change from the me first attitude so pervasive in our country.   I think I need to learn a little from that example.  
Had a friend over to dinner tonight.  He's eating mostly vegetarian these days, so my Lovely Wife decided it was a good opportunity to make some Indian food, since well, all of us love Indian cuisine, and because there's a ton of wonderful things she can make that are vegetarian.  She even stopped in at our local Indian grocery to pick up a few extra specialty home made items to round out the meal.  Unfortunately, when she was getting ready to cook, she realized that she didn't have quite enough basmati rice in the house as she thought.  Now getting the Little Man back into the car, and schlepping over to the store a second time to just buy rice seemed a little nonsensical.  Especially considering that I have to go out of my way not to pass this little grocery on the way home.  So she let me know what she wanted me to pick up--some already prepared but frozen vegetarian pilaf, because there wouldn't be enough time to cook raw rice from when I got home to when we wanted to eat.  (Actually that was an even smarter call than she anticipated, since today's sun glare slowed the highway traffic and the commute took nearly double!  Gah.)

That was just the prologue to the story.

I hit the freezer section in the back, and picked up two boxes of rice.  I also picked up a jar of chutney, because she'd mentioned we were almost out of the ginger mango, and well, that's some darn good stuff.   I got on line at the front of the store.  Someone was at the register being ringed up, and there were two families in front of me, with good sized baskets full.  I settled in to wait my turn.  I knew I was running late, so I was hoping that maybe they'd get someone going on the second register.  After the first man walked out with his purchase, the next person on line turned to me, and said.  "You only have a few items, why don't you go ahead, I have a whole basket full."   I was a bit shocked.  If I were in Shoprite, that would never happen.  (Granted in Shoprite, there are express lanes, but ever notice how often the express lanes get backed up faster than the regular lanes?)  I looked to the other family, also in front of me, and they said go ahead as well.  I thanked them for their kindness, and made my purchase as quickly as possible.  Paying cash so as not to abuse their gesture.  It was what little I could do.

There's no way they could have known I was running late, and that in fact by the time I got in the door, our dinner guest was all ready there and helping my wife with the food prep.  (I didn't even know that second part myself til I got home.)  That was an amazing amount of courtesy.  A refreshing change from the me first attitude so pervasive in our country.   I think I need to learn a little from that example.  
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