Tuesday, July 18, 2017

My Love For Photography & Simple Respect


I know little things excite me. But humor me and watch the evolution of my Black-Eyed Susans that are now blooming.





Yeah, it doesn't take much to float my boat. I just love watching flowers bloom. From bud to bloom.


I can stand and gaze at a rain droplet on a leaf in complete awe for a good five minutes. 


I became interested in photography about 20 years ago. When I lived in Texas, I would drive the country roads just looking for something to take pictures of.

It might be something as simple as a fence post. Or a cow gazing at me from a field. I so enjoyed heading down winding roads not knowing what I might come across.


I decided to go get groceries yesterday morning. It was around 8:30 a.m. 

I saw there was an SUV parked right behind me.

I manage to find the guy, who was working on the pool that hasn't been open all summer, and he moves his vehicle out of my way. He was very nice about it.

They've had this huge dumpster in the parking lot lately that means there is less room to maneuver. It's parked there while they clean out apartments that have been trashed by people when they move, I was told.

I can't imagine trashing an apartment. But I guess there's all kinds.


My plan was to go to Lowes to get a mop, then head to the grocery store. 

So about an hour later, I'm back. And there's this electrician's truck parked in my parking space. And I had all these groceries to unload. 

The guy was young, probably in his twenties. I got out and asked him if he'd move his truck so I could park in my space.  
 

The guy looks over at me and says he's got to run electricity for quite awhile and he doesn't want to move. He tells me to park somewhere else.

I watched where he was walking. So I could see he didn't need to be in that space. He could let me in and then park behind me and he'd be even closer to where he needed to go.

So I told him that I really needed for him to move because I had groceries. That he could let me in my space and then park behind me. He refused.

I told him I was telling the manager. He just shrugged. 
 
So I see a guy that works here walking down a ways, and I call out to him. I asked him if the guy really needed to park in my spot. He said no.

He says something to the guy and he moves his truck.

I probably won't move my SUV again for a week. He could leave his truck parked behind me and there's no problem. 

But the farther I have to walk with heavy groceries, the harder it is on my ankle. 


Once I got my groceries put away, I did indeed call the manager. 
  
Lordy Pete, I was just not raised to talk like that to someone who was older than me. Or to anyone for that matter.

You were to treat your elders with the utmost respect. That's just the way it was back then.


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