As we came out of our back door and got into our car, we saw these Muslim women sitting on our lawn. The younger one was smoking a cigarette, and the older woman looked worn out. They had been carrying bags of groceries. They looked startled, apprehensive, probably afraid. Bill asked if they were okay or needed help. They said they were fine, just resting. We went on our way to lunch.
Makes me sad to think what some intolerant people might have said or done.
As long as I am talking about sitting, let me share what happened at the senior buffet. Bill left me sitting at our table to get change for a tip. Our table was by a small divider. I waited and waited for him to return. He sat down at the table by the divider and waited and waited for ME. A lady next to him said, "Someone is sitting in that chair." My funny honey said, "I know. It's my wife."
She shrugged. He waited impatiently. An older, African American woman came to his table and said, "That's my seat."
With a smile, my funny guy said, "Well that's probably your soda I've been drinking, too. I'm waiting for my wife."
She asked, "Did you touch my silverware?"
He said no, apologized, and walked to where I was seated... waiting for him, by the divider, a section forward from where he had been waiting by a divider, at some other woman's table... for me.
As if that wasn't bad enough, he had to go back to the woman's table and remove the tip he'd left there. He said, "I need to give this to OUR waitress."
I laughed all the way home.