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Estella · 02-01-2012, 05:55 PM

Right. So about, holy guacamole, about 20-ish years ago, I had a craving for Boston Chicken. Boston Chicken is what Boston Market used to be called. Don't be a hater. So my then-partner and I drive down to Boylston St. and I go in and place my order. Out of the corner of my eye I notice this guy counting change into his hand off the counter - you know, sliding the coins into his open palm. And he's getting frustrated, and the change is starting to fall onto the floor, but I'm not really paying attention. Just watching, not seeing. So I pay, take my chicken, and leave.

You know what's coming, right? The ugly realization that the man I wasn't really watching was trying to see if he had enough money to buy something to eat. To buy food. And he didn't. And I did. And I did nothing. Because in my chicken-buying obliviousness I couldn't be bothered to pay attention, to actually notice, another person.

At some point, most people make a decision about kind of person they want to be. Two events in my life have informed my decision. One was in Basic Training - Boston Chicken was the other. I will never be that blind again.

02-01-2012, 05:55 PM	#14
Estella Member How Do You Identify?: Straightforward Femme. What you see is what you get. Preferred Pronoun?: We Relationship Status: Sadie, Sadie ... married lady. Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: Love that dirty water ... Posts: 355 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 94 Thanked 551 Times in 130 Posts Rep Power: 8279290	Right. So about, holy guacamole, about 20-ish years ago, I had a craving for Boston Chicken. Boston Chicken is what Boston Market used to be called. Don't be a hater. So my then-partner and I drive down to Boylston St. and I go in and place my order. Out of the corner of my eye I notice this guy counting change into his hand off the counter - you know, sliding the coins into his open palm. And he's getting frustrated, and the change is starting to fall onto the floor, but I'm not really paying attention. Just watching, not seeing. So I pay, take my chicken, and leave. You know what's coming, right? The ugly realization that the man I wasn't really watching was trying to see if he had enough money to buy something to eat. To buy food. And he didn't. And I did. And I did nothing. Because in my chicken-buying obliviousness I couldn't be bothered to pay attention, to actually notice, another person. At some point, most people make a decision about kind of person they want to be. Two events in my life have informed my decision. One was in Basic Training - Boston Chicken was the other. I will never be that blind again. __________________ Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? -- Douglas Adams