We were standing in line at the grocery, our order being rung in, when he turned to the “person” behind him and asked if she wanted to go ahead of us. (She had 2 bags of chips and 2 large pop in hand) Of course, it was not possible but it was his gesture of kindness which counted.
“No,” very sarcastically spoken with a look of total disdain, her mouth curled in a cruel smirk. She continued to stare at him til we paid for our order. Her countenance said “I can’t believe what I’m seeing” sort of look. Thank the good Lord he was oblivious as now had his back to her again.

Fury and fire surged thru my body, the cruelty of a rude young twirp about 30 years of age, dressed to pretend she was still 16, a roll of fat over her low slung jeans with cheap silver – studded plastic belt.

I told him to stay with Brenda for a moment (our neighbor) and followed the rude young lady out of the store. “Excuse me.” Her reply was ice, “Yes?”

“I have to apologize that my husband bothered you. You see his brain is diseased, he has Alzheimer’s but he still manages to delve deep into it to offer you kindness and courtesy which you have yet to develop in your 40 some years.”

“I am not 40!”

Justice for all, I thought, as I turned and walked back to the store – smirking to myself.