i guess it's all relative. thank you, sir.
11 January 2011
made my day
a quick stop at the market this evening to stock up on milk and tea in anticipation of the new year's first snowstorm. when i inadvertently left my keys on the counter and turned to leave, a kindly old gentleman in line behind me touched my shoulder, nodded towards the keys and said you'll be needing these... and then he called me miss.
i guess it's all relative. thank you, sir.
i guess it's all relative. thank you, sir.
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Hold onto that feeling. Keep it as a memory. Kindness is a rarity these days.
Here anybody above eighteen gets called ma'am, so chances of being called miss are very slim.
Adorable post, thanks!
Just so you know, my days always seem brighter and more hopeful whenever I read your blog. Thank you for writing and sharing. God bless.
your absolutely right middle child
I think he had eyes for you! :)
It is sweet to receive an unexpected kindness, isn't it? I get tired of being called Ma'am- it'ds only started within the last year or so for me. A little "Miss" now and then is really nice!
It's always nice when someone restores your faith in mankind!
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