Let's just say, people entertain me. I love sitting in restaurants and watching the way people react to one another. It's surprising sometimes what you see. I was in Panera Bread today, and needless to say, I was observing the people around my table. Now Panera isn't exactly a high class sort of cafe, but it certainly attracts the rich if not the snobbish type. The atmosphere was drenched with men in expensive suits and business deals going down.
I'll be the first to drool at good fashion and pie charts, but something made it all seem jaded. The man directly across from me gave me the clue. I noticed that he eyed everyone around him including me once he sat down. He would look at someone and then look at himself as if making a comparison. The more I looked the more I saw others doing the same thing. They might as well have introduced themselves using their worth rather than names.
Halfway through my sandwich a man crossed in front of me and laid his computer and briefcase in a chair and then frowned at the table. He left and came back a minute later with a waitress. HE ACTUALLY MADE HER WIPE OFF THE CRUMBS ON THE TABLE! Come on people, it's not a five star restaurant, you can wipe off your own table. Before my sandwich was gone two women walked up beside me and did the exact same thing. This woman had a sneer so big on her face I thought she would implode. Inside I was steaming. For a long while I sat a played out the life of the man and woman. They were both born in rich families, payed for people to clean their houses and make their food and everyone around them was a personal servant. The man inherited his father's wealthy business and acted as if he was the power that made it all run. The woman was given Tiffany and D&G and Coach since she was young and then married a man who owned a yacht. Rich and snobbish, that's what they were, and I am better for being raised poor and knowing how to be kind to waitresses. I can appreciate the money I have because I earn every penny of it.
I was wrong.
I looked at the laptop the man had on the table and realized that it was exactly like mine, cheap, not more than six hundred dollars. He left a document exposed on the chair. Meijer management, it said. A woman came to visit him. He was friendly, invited her to sit in front of him and started asking questions. It was an interview, just like I was soon to have. He was business like, but kind. He was polite, but not sexist towards the woman. Overall he was a nice guy. I got to thinking about what he did earlier to the waitress. Perhaps the table was sticky and he needed a wet towel so his laptop didn't get dirty. That's legitimate. I would have done the same thing. Perhaps I was wrong. It made me realize that the Christlike viewpoint was better. Obviously. Love everybody and things will go well with you. Sometimes loving everybody seems like a weak move. I don't want to be taken advantage of, but in this situation I would have been better off. I sat condemning this man for all his sinfulness, and all along I was the self-righteous one. I judge people far too quickly. It seems like a survival of the fittest sort of thing. If you can't win me over quickly I won't waste my time with you. This is foolish, even if I still do it. Something good can be found in everybody and that's worth fighting for.
I'll be the first to drool at good fashion and pie charts, but something made it all seem jaded. The man directly across from me gave me the clue. I noticed that he eyed everyone around him including me once he sat down. He would look at someone and then look at himself as if making a comparison. The more I looked the more I saw others doing the same thing. They might as well have introduced themselves using their worth rather than names.
Halfway through my sandwich a man crossed in front of me and laid his computer and briefcase in a chair and then frowned at the table. He left and came back a minute later with a waitress. HE ACTUALLY MADE HER WIPE OFF THE CRUMBS ON THE TABLE! Come on people, it's not a five star restaurant, you can wipe off your own table. Before my sandwich was gone two women walked up beside me and did the exact same thing. This woman had a sneer so big on her face I thought she would implode. Inside I was steaming. For a long while I sat a played out the life of the man and woman. They were both born in rich families, payed for people to clean their houses and make their food and everyone around them was a personal servant. The man inherited his father's wealthy business and acted as if he was the power that made it all run. The woman was given Tiffany and D&G and Coach since she was young and then married a man who owned a yacht. Rich and snobbish, that's what they were, and I am better for being raised poor and knowing how to be kind to waitresses. I can appreciate the money I have because I earn every penny of it.
I was wrong.
I looked at the laptop the man had on the table and realized that it was exactly like mine, cheap, not more than six hundred dollars. He left a document exposed on the chair. Meijer management, it said. A woman came to visit him. He was friendly, invited her to sit in front of him and started asking questions. It was an interview, just like I was soon to have. He was business like, but kind. He was polite, but not sexist towards the woman. Overall he was a nice guy. I got to thinking about what he did earlier to the waitress. Perhaps the table was sticky and he needed a wet towel so his laptop didn't get dirty. That's legitimate. I would have done the same thing. Perhaps I was wrong. It made me realize that the Christlike viewpoint was better. Obviously. Love everybody and things will go well with you. Sometimes loving everybody seems like a weak move. I don't want to be taken advantage of, but in this situation I would have been better off. I sat condemning this man for all his sinfulness, and all along I was the self-righteous one. I judge people far too quickly. It seems like a survival of the fittest sort of thing. If you can't win me over quickly I won't waste my time with you. This is foolish, even if I still do it. Something good can be found in everybody and that's worth fighting for.
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