Common Courtesy: What's That?

Common courtesy.  It’s something that seems to have dissolved over the years.  Slowly melting away, and much like baker’s chocolate, what’s left behind leaves a bitter taste at the back of your tongue.  It saddens me when I see people having no regard for anyone but themselves.  When did it become “lame” to open a door or pull out a chair for a girl?  When did stopping and helping someone on the side of the road become so dangerous that we just drive by not even checking to see if everything is alright?  When did we stop offering to carry out groceries for an elderly woman?  Example: I was at Vons yesterday and there was a lady in front of me (maybe in her late 70s early 80s).  After bagging her groceries (which was a total of nine plastic bags, the checker takes her cart and puts it up, not giving her the option of putting her bags back into it, AND not even offering to assist her to her car.  I was so angry I left my six pack of root beer and carton of milk at the register, picked up that lady’s bags and carried them to her car without even so much as a word to the checker (though I did shoot him my trade mark serial killer glare, which he appropriately recoiled from).  When I got all of Francine’s (her name) groceries into her trunk she gave me the biggest smile, and told me that I made her day.  She said that she hadn’t had a person offer to help her in years and that she was starting to lose faith in the younger generation.  Well Francine, I’m glad I could help restore at least a little part of that faith.  This just proves that you can be a cynical, sarcastic loud-mouth and still practice common courtesy. 

To the checker at Vons:  I hope on your way to put my root beer back on the shelf, you dropped it, slipped on the root beer and fell on top of the broken bottles stabbing yourself in the throat.

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