My parents raised me right. I hold doors, open I always say thank you; and I have been known to help out my fellow human being when at all possible. As a child, I thought this is just how everyone behaved. As an adult, I can assure you, it is not.
As I grow old I also grow tired. Tired of irritating people who are more engrossed in their smart phone than able to properly navigate their way down a crowded midtown street. Tired of children ordering candy at the bodega and swiftly exiting in a flurry of laughter and sneaker squeaks yet devoid of any audible please or thank you. Tired of people generally not seeming to care about other people. (Read More)
may 2011
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