Cheryl123
07-26-2014, 07:17 PM
I tried my best to be grumpy yesterday. At the pet store I bought two 15 lb containers of kitty litter. The elder man at the check-out counter asked if I needed help taking the containers to my car. That old guy part of me I’m slowly dissolving tried to say “No thanks I can handle this myself” but a young man appeared with a cart and took the containers to the car for me. I opened the trunk and he put them inside. (Young man, I was once as strong as you!)
At the house I rent, a Samoan work crew has been building an addition for a month making all sorts of commotion. (I love Samoans but quiet they are not!). Just as I opened the my trunk to get the kitty litter, a large Samoan man came around the corner of the house and apologized for all the noise they had been making. As I smiled and said I didn’t mind, he lifted up the containers like they were 2 loaves of bread and took them to my door for me. All with no weird looks, no double takes – nothing but absolute politeness. But this is not surprising. In Samoan culture the fa’afafine are well respected. Our culture could learn a lot from the Samoans.
A little later as I sat watching TV someone knocked on my door. There was a time when I would have fled to my bedroom, pulled off my wig (ouch!) and put on some guy clothes all the while yelling “just a minute, just a minute!”. Well, those days are gone – good riddance. When I opened the door the mailman asked the location of another tenant. I gave him the directions, he smile and apologized for “bothering me.”
That evening I sat on a park bench by the beach watching the sun set. A man came by walking his little dog. When the dog stopped to smell my toes, as dogs like to do, I reached down to pet her. The man said “she misses her mother. That’s why she likes girls.” Oh my. It felt so nice to be a girl the little puppy dog liked.
So what’s up with all these people (and puppy dogs)? Why are they so nice? What’s wrong with them anyway? (lol)
At the house I rent, a Samoan work crew has been building an addition for a month making all sorts of commotion. (I love Samoans but quiet they are not!). Just as I opened the my trunk to get the kitty litter, a large Samoan man came around the corner of the house and apologized for all the noise they had been making. As I smiled and said I didn’t mind, he lifted up the containers like they were 2 loaves of bread and took them to my door for me. All with no weird looks, no double takes – nothing but absolute politeness. But this is not surprising. In Samoan culture the fa’afafine are well respected. Our culture could learn a lot from the Samoans.
A little later as I sat watching TV someone knocked on my door. There was a time when I would have fled to my bedroom, pulled off my wig (ouch!) and put on some guy clothes all the while yelling “just a minute, just a minute!”. Well, those days are gone – good riddance. When I opened the door the mailman asked the location of another tenant. I gave him the directions, he smile and apologized for “bothering me.”
That evening I sat on a park bench by the beach watching the sun set. A man came by walking his little dog. When the dog stopped to smell my toes, as dogs like to do, I reached down to pet her. The man said “she misses her mother. That’s why she likes girls.” Oh my. It felt so nice to be a girl the little puppy dog liked.
So what’s up with all these people (and puppy dogs)? Why are they so nice? What’s wrong with them anyway? (lol)