I am not a
"the man has to do all the work" kind of girl but I appreciate kindness...whether its from a man or a woman. Just kindness. The desire to help another person. Hold open a door, help load groceries, say
THANK YOU!
What had happened was I went to the store for some gardening supplies. I am
FINALLY getting my garden all Spring-ified. Doing that requires soil, at least
3 massive bags of it. The hubs was doing yard work so I went alone. I managed to drag them from the pile into my basket with minimal effort. I say minimal...it required some interesting moves and a knee lift to flip the bag over into the basket without the basket rolling away. I think it could be the next dance craze.
After I finished and did a
"subtle" victory dance...
I noticed no less than
4 rather large men standing nearby watching. Not one offered assistance...and one of them was a store employee! They literally just watched little petite me manhandle
3 bags of soil that are something like
40lbs each!
Whatever it was already done.
I finished my shopping and headed to my car. New challenge...get oversized bags of soil into my car without having the basket roll away. For some reason
THIS was more challenging. Why you may ask...well because the
f**king basket was being blown by the wind and wouldn't sit still long enough for me to get a good grip to the
f**king bag.
I put my foot through the bottom bars so that it wouldn't move but once I had the bag hoisted up my foot was stuck so I was hopping around on one leg with a
40lb bag of wet dirt as the basket still tried to roll away. I was almost pulled into a split when my foot came loose and I instead tumbled backwards
INTO my trunk with a
40lb bag of what is essentially
"fancy" mud on top of me.
The basket escaped and rolled off into the sunset as I grumbled some very unladylike words to anyone who would listen.
My hero turned out to be a
60 something year old woman who had a
f**king oxygen tank. She managed to help me get unpinned while her
8 yr old grandson fetched my basket. She was my savior. I am not mocking her for having a tank or for helping me. I am calling out the
7 people who were nearby who watched me almost injure myself and didn't lift a finger to help me. Who instead let a medically challenged woman and a young child help me.
She also offered to help me get the other bags into my car. I couldn't in good conscience ask her to lift anything so I asked if she could just hold the basket still while I maneuvered the bags. And still not one
f**king person offered help out of
5 men and
2 women watching this unfold. All of them were
young-ish....all capable of at least holding the run away basket. Nope, no help, they just watched or pretended like they didn't see.
That is
MESSED up! I always offer help, especially if I see someone struggling. I may not be big but
two people lifting a whatever is a lot easier than
one! I thought it was common courtesy to help someone.
Faith in Humanity LOST.......well some
FAITH was saved by the wonderful woman who offered to help me even though she didn't have to.
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