zenexistence

I wish I had a free pass to punch people in the head.

Once a day.

That's all I ask.

I was raised to be polite; open doors for folks, thank them when they offer me anything, etc.
Is that so fucking crazy?
I think not.
So, I was off to pick up my daily dosage of smack ... errr, I mean iced coffee, and as I was entering my local book store I held the door for this lady. She was maybe approaching her 40's, upper class, basically what you'd call a soccer mom.
As I held the door open for her, she simply stared with a gross fascination at my inked up arm and then to my chest [I was wearing a wife-beater], looked me in the eye and then just shook her head, walking past.
This very same 'hoodlum' had just held the goddamn door for her.
No 'thank you', no nod, nothing.

So, I politely inquired, "Ma'am, ma'am?"
She stopped, turning back to look at me.
"Have a great day, and oh, by the way, the 'Self Improvement' section is back to your left. I'm pretty sure there's a close-minded section. Might want to look into it ... "

Know what's funny?

There was an elderly gentleman reading the paper right next to me when I said this. You know what he did?
He cracked up.
And then he proceeded to make my day. He shook his head at the soccer mom, just the way she had at me.

Right on.

Then he told me he used to have 'burns like me when he was my age.

Bonus.

Elderly people ... I've ranted before about them, and I'll say it again. They're not given enough credit.
God luv 'em.

-Scotty