Gentle reader, I imagine that by this point you realize that I am a bit old fashioned or even old school or ol’ skool, if you will. By way of example I share with you the events of yesterday afternoon.
As I wandered the aisles of a local thrift store, I happened upon a woman of roughly 40 to 45 years and her identical elder who I assumed to be her mother. I went unnoticed by the younger woman as the elder smiled broadly. I of course returned the greeting. A few moments later our paths crossed again. It was at this point that the younger woman having been overcome by the stale musty air of the thrift store was now coughing and sneezing uncontrollably. I immediately offered the young woman my crisp starched white cotton handkerchief. I never leave home without one. The younger woman with an ever so slight head tilt gave me a cock-eyed stare. The stare suggested that she knew I was indeed crazy although, she was not entirely sure what brand of crazy I suffered. As well, she cautiously peered down at the offered handkerchief as if it were a great turd.
The mother watching the awkwardness gently pulled the woman to her left and whispered a few words in to her ear. Like the train wreck watcher that I am, I just stood there. Then the woman quickly took the handkerchief and they were both off without a word. For the next twenty minutes that I was in the store at every turn I almost literally ran into the younger woman. She smiled broadly (dare I say, giggled) now as her mother had earlier. A smile that was reminiscent of Daisy Mae and a red flag to alter-fearing gents everywhere.
Les, you are a gentleman of rare form in a maze of unrefined males, who are not gentle, nor real men. Keep the traditions alive, as you will find not only will you influence young men into gentlemen, you will also be teaching women how they could expect to be treated in a gentler, kinder world world of chivalry.
ReplyDeleteDear Patriot: That was far kinder than I deserve... Thanks for the encouragement!
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