She came in a wheelchair pushed by someone who had patience. At first she asked with politeness for where she was meant to be, but when the answer did not meet her expectations, she became confrontational. Her question had been simple. “Where was she supposed to be?” Once she found out she wasn’t there, rather than follow the instructions for how to get there, she became obnoxious about the matter.
I sat in my chair observing, but I wasn’t the only one. All who were waiting with me observed her behavior. I could sense none approved since it did nothing to solve her current situation. I was even amused by the few who wanted to push her towards her destination. Still this woman was incensed that she thought she’d been given wrong directions. It didn’t seem to dawn upon her that she could easily solve the matter by going in the right direction. Instead she wanted to linger in the wrong place and berate all those around at how it wasn’t her fault.
After she barked an order to be pushed onward toward her final destination, I leaned back with a smile on my face. I couldn’t criticize this woman for a moment. I had often been in the same shoes throughout my life. I’d just never had such a vivid example of how badly I’d misbehaved in those moments.