The other day, I called out the city of Philadelphia because, for some reason, I ran into every rude person. Well, yesterday, I came across the nicest people, and I have to give credit where credit is due.
On the train, a young guy gave up his seat for a woman who was not pregnant, old…just a woman. I thought to myself, self, his mom raised a fine gentleman. So, man who gave up seat…I want to give you a thumbs up.
Also yesterday, the Deer Park water fellow came into the office to deliver water…which is good because I had been waterless for three days and everyone knows that you can’t drink Philly water. Anywho…the water guy put a new bottle of water on our cooler. This may not seem like a big deal to you. But I am the official water bottle heaver in my house and in my office, so I wanted to hug the man. So, Deer Park guy, thanks!
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Yeah…some guys ARE cool…still. Believe it or not, some of us open the door for our ladies, and I am not even OLD yet. Amazing, eh?
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I read this and smiled and was about to go back to Kayla’s page to finish a post when I decided to follow suit:
Since I mentioned the NYC trip I will say in defense of the bustling city that I was locked out of my train pass at one point…my group was all through and yelling suggestions to me of what to do. Many people pushed past me as I clamored to different machines trying to get my ticket to go through. There was a old security guy watching me out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly a similar thing happened to a tall slender blond. She laughed hysterically over it as several people around her tried to help her get through. I stopped and turned around to the security gaurd who looked embarassed to be caught staring at me. “Please…” I said,looking like a lost child most likely. I found out later he could have charged me for another pass altogether…which would have sucked since this was the last trip for the night. However, he used his own pass to put me through. I thanked him profusely as I protectively gaurded my belly from the metal turnstile thingy. I looked back and waved, “You’re my hero!” He grinned bashfully and waved me off.
Thanks! I’m glad that you enjoy reading my blog. And it’s good to know that chivalry isn’t dead 🙂