My son and I were out and about when he asked for a quick stop at Burger King. After getting his food, we parked in the nearby shopping center so he could grab me an eggroll. It was his way of thanking me for his fast food treat. I sat in the parking lot playing Angry Birds, thinking it was taking quite a while to get a single eggroll. Indeed, there was a reason for the delay. One that made my stomach roll.
When my son returned he told me about a woman in the restaurant who had been yelling at the cashier. The woman didn’t understand what the cashier was saying and screamed, “If you come to America, learn how to speak English PROPERLY!”
I was stunned.
After the woman spewed those filthy words, the cashier went to the back. One of the male cooks took the rest of the “lady’s” order and Michael got the eggroll.
We talked about it on the way back. I said I would have spoken up immediately if I had heard that. My son wished he had. After thinking it out, I explained I was glad he didn’t. After all, you never know who has a gun and what might set him or her off. The important thing is the cashier was alright and my son was safe in the car, headed towards home.
My son can choose his fights when he is older, and I know he will. He has a good heart, and it hurt me to think a simple eggroll resulted in his witness to a disgusting encounter. Ironically, my son said this woman did not have a firm grasp of the English language herself. Ironic indeed.
Sometimes I simply shake my head at the world. What is so hard about being kind? Respectful? Friendly? Grateful? Imagine a world where kindness prevailed. Where people said “Please” and “Thank you.” Just imagine.