Roasting the Barista

The prick at your conscience, always that moral ethical dilemma - what is the right thing for one to do. Indeed her behaviours were obnoxious & yes she was oh so very rude, but who are we all to judge, perhaps it is simply the frailty of another having a bad day. Conversation soon leads to gossip which sees you turn in disgust. Recognition that the anger was perhaps a cry for help, yet knowing two wrongs don't make a right, you switch off from the noise, lost in your thoughts. There you go again, the Jiminy Cricket that sits on your shoulder, that strengthens your resolve each & every day, that sees even your own children frustrated with you at times - too agreeable, always compliant, some even say you're too sweet; for the many times you've been told you're just too damned nice. Yet your disturbance of mind is how others can't see, that this troubled woman just needs someone's empathy. Why does everyone want to react so quickly, to point a finger of blame. While the exchange in front of you grows to a heated discussion on how much she was unreasonable, you're sure you even hear "what a bitch", yet you are left thinking & quite concerned "what made her act like that today", she must be angry, hurt, ill or in terrible pain. What was it that caused such frustration & angst? A simple act of kindness could be the stepping stone, to show this woman that there is compassion & that people do care. You're now telling yourself to be proactive - Moving into action, like you always seem so compelled to do- You dial her number found on the paper inside the wallet - the one that also reads diabetes - insulin dependent. Leaving a message you clearly clearly state: "whilst you were roasting the barista today, it seems in your haste to leave you left your wallet behind. To claim it I suggest you do come back & I must warn you be prepared for an attack. I would like to ask R U OK?