Free without them
During a day long weather delay at O’Hare airport today, a woman issued directions to me about how I should be standing in line with a condescending-bordering-on-haughty intonation and attitude that I might be an unknowing “foreigner” in need of her wise hand. In deference to her obvious sense of class, I graciously complied without a word to give away my clearly not-foreigner midwest-born accent.
I catch myself all the time with assessments and conclusions about people. I am most free without them.
