It’s pouring. The kind of rain that drenches and drowns despite umbrellas, Wellies and yellow rain slickers.
I’m tooling out of Starbucks with my birthday latte, yes, they treat you to the item of your choice if you register your card on line, when I see a young boy, 12, 13, collide with a well heeled business man, 50, 60, like two cars pulling out at the same time.
The kid’s umbrella clips the guy on the head, making him almost drop his phone.
The boy immediately says, “I’m sorry sir, didn’t mean for that to happen.”
The guy snaps, “You could have poked my eye out. Next time be more careful.”
Enter Norma Rae.
“You know sir, you’re the one who was texting and wasn’t looking where you were going, and he did graciously apologize. How bout cutting him a little slack?”
Now I’m waiting for the verbal slam, ready, like Ali knowing he’ll knock’em out in the first round, but to my surprise he says, “You know, you’re right. I tell my kids this all the time, yet I do it too.”
He then extends a well manicured hand out to the kid who shakes it gladly, and all parties, including Norma, go on their merry way.
Float like a butterfly…sting like a bee.