An Old-Fashioned Model
Walking down the stairs of my building, I ran into a neighbor who was balancing a garbage bag and her toddler. At about the same time, a man I hadn't seen before came into the stairwell inquiring if I had any black shoe polish. I don't think I've ever had any shoe polish.
He offered to take the trash out for my neighbor since she had her young son. He was another neighbor's father, here on a visit. That is the kind of thing my Dad would do. They really don't make them like that anymore.
1 comment:
The sad thing is, you are so right. I always say my daddy messsed me up because none of these men compare. What happened to the men that fixed your car, stopped your leaking sink, or demanded that 'box is too heavy for you to carry'. (sigh)
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