JFB
Hunter
When leaving western sizzler with my take out, I notice a great grandmother trying to negotiate her walker up to the door. Assisting her was a “county aide” (noticed the name tag), following was grandmother and mother, both on smart phones with 20ish son walking behind, both hands in pockets hold up pants.
I diverted to the entrance door and held it open. Not one of the women even made eye contact even after I “hope you were doing ok today”. As the grandson was half way thru, I let the door go, whacking him on the shoulder… “Oops”.
I diverted to the entrance door and held it open. Not one of the women even made eye contact even after I “hope you were doing ok today”. As the grandson was half way thru, I let the door go, whacking him on the shoulder… “Oops”.