Sainsbury's 6pm on a week night, some years ago
I'd just paid for my shopping and was packing it into bags. In the meantime a very old man, frail, thin and shaky was unloading his meagre purchases onto the conveyor belt very slowly. One tomato, 2 slices of ham, 1 roll, a tin of peas, that kind of thing.

This yuppie bitch was behind him tutting and huffing because he was taking so long.

I stood there glaring at her while she pulled an impatient face and when the shopping was rung up and the man was fumbling in his skinny, almost empty wallet, sorting out his coins, I paid the bill and fled (because I thought he's probably a very proud man and wouldn't accept it).

It came to just over a fiver. That's all.

Thing is, this woman, who was obviously very well-to-do, could have assisted.

I know this QOTW is going to be very fluffy (yay!) and sorry to put a bit of a "there's nasty people out there too" post in.

Random acts of kindness make the world a much better place and the warm glow both the giver and receiver get can made their days.

I can be quite evangelical sbout this!
( Flowerpot No longer has the vapours thanks to DTH, Thu 9 Feb 2012, 13:53, 3 replies)

Shut up, hippy.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 9 Feb 2012, 13:59, closed)

You need a good smack in the gob
*rolls up sleeves*
( Flowerpot No longer has the vapours thanks to DTH, Thu 9 Feb 2012, 21:17, closed)

*arouses*

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 10 Feb 2012, 10:10, closed)