Just when you think, you’ve seen everything.
I’m standing in the express line at Whole Foods. There’s a teenager, all of 15, in front of me, and a very old man with a cane, in front of her.
I see her impatience growing as he fumbles with his wallet to pay for his bag of oranges.
She’s looking at her watch, manning her phone with NASA like vigilance, when suddenly, she pushes the man, aside, like a bag of old clothes.
“Can I just pay for my coffee, please?” she says sharply to the cashier, who’s waiting, patiently, for the old man to get it together.
So shocked by what I saw, I couldn’t speak, but two young boys behind me had no such problem.
“What the fuck?” Who are you to do that?” said one, a muffin in his hand I thought he might hit her with.
She, in her Upper East Side smugness, ignored him, as she counted out exact change.
Now, the old man, having no idea he was just so shamelessly shunned said, “Oh, I’m not that steady on my feet these days,” when he stumbled, looking as if he might fall.
The other young man, who grabbed him said, “It’s okay sir, do you need help getting a taxi or just, getting out?”
“A taxi? On such a beautiful day…no, I’ll walk, even if it takes a while, but thank you for offering.”
His obliviousness of the way he was treated laced with good cheer, made you want to weep.
Meanwhile, as the little entitled bitch, dressed her coffee, young man number one said, “I know you, you’re in Mr. Glicker’s class, and wait till I get to school to tell him. I’m ashamed to even know your face.”
I’m quoting word for word after scribbling it all on a napkin.
And how impressive, her redress came from her peers.
Who said chivalry was dead? It’s not, it was last seen at Whole Foods on 87th and Third looking spiffy on two young high school lads, whose parents, clearly, raised them right.
And just when you think, you’ve seen everything.