Don't say 'yes' to that yet.
I'm at Wal-Mart on my lunch break and it's taking longer than it should. I finally get all of my stuff together and get in line. Each and every check-out line has enough people in it to choke a chicken. I pick the shortest one I can find, not realizing that the lady in front of me (who only has one visible child with her) must have about 36 others at her house. She had enough meat and other food items to feed the Duggar family two times over.
So, I'm waiting and waiting. Not TOO unhappily at this point because I noticed this week's issue of People magazine had my man Kenny Chesney staring at me, so I took a peek.
Anyway, waiting, waiting. . . and this older man gets in line behind me. If I'M stupid enough to get behind Mrs. Duggar, he's twice as stupid to get behind Mrs. Duggar AND an impatient, crabby Kenny Chesney-loving lady with lots of groceries. He has one item, a pack of socks. Count it, one. I guess none of the express lines were open because poor Mr. One-Pack-Of-Socks had to wait behind us.
He kept looking at my buggy-full-o-crap and then at his sad little pack of socks, as if to say, 'Can you give a fella a break and let me go ahead of you?'. Mrs. Duggar was still up to bat at this point. Normally I would have done just that. But today I was in a hurry and I really had to get back to work and I just didn't want to wait for someone ELSE to go ahead of me.
After about 5 minutes, he says 'Excuse me, miss, would you mind if I go ahead? I just have this one thing (holds up the one-pack-o-socks to prove his point) and then I'll be out of your way'. My immediate thought is 'Buddy, you were never in my way because you were BEHIND me'.
But I'm a pushover and I let him go ahead of me. Thank goodness he was 'debit-card-machine-savvy' and made a pretty quick transaction. He, then, turns to me and says 'Thank you, young lady, for letting me go ahead of you'.
All was forgiven because he called me 'YOUNG lady!'. I almost kissed his feet dead on the spot.
(So, would you have let him go?)