I was in line at the bank with a policeman at the teller window while his partner stood behind a woman behind me.
I offered him my place in line. “No, no,” he said, “I can wait.” “Yeah, but your partner’s almost done.”
I knew it would take forever for him to get through the line, knowing the pokey teller as I do.
He finally accepted, with great humility I might add, pissing off the girl in back of me.
“Hey, go next,” I said, motioning her to go in front. She shrugged off the offer while keeping her attitude firmly in place.
“You know honey, this is really the best I can do…letting you go before me.”
She sighed heavily before turning on her heel in a huff.
An elderly woman behind her witnessing the whole scene said very softly, “Well I guess she doesn’t remember September 11th.”
The cop had just finished his banking and heard what she had said. As he walked to the door to join his partner, he faced us both with his hand over his heart nodding graciously.
I then asked the older woman if she’d like to go next and she said, “No dear, now it’s your turn.”