Olwyn resolved to be nice as pie. He is from Canada, and today is Canadian Thanksgiving.
What he would do to celebrate would simply be thankful to everyone. “Thank you” he would say to every deed, even unkindly deeds. Thank you to the lady at the service station. Thank you at the checkout at the supermarket. Thank you! Thank you!
He would do his thank yous quietly of course. No fuss but humbly. What a lovely way to celebrate! Too often he was harsh and rude and embittered and grouchy. Today things would change. It was going to be a blessed day.
Thank you to the person who gentle maneuvered their supermarket trolley to make room for him in the aisle. Yes! They answered thank you as well. How glorious to be nice. He had almost forgotten the joy of kindness. Thank you! Thank you! O happy day! O day of thanksgiving!
Here comes another person wheeling their grocery trolley up the aisle now.
“Watch where you’re going, you dummy,” she said.
“You talking to me?” said Olwyn. “If you weren’t so fucking fat there’d be room for a couple of elephants in the aisle. Bitch!”
People are all the same. Everywhere. All over the world.
Happy Thanksgiving to all my Canadian friends!
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You make a resolution and at the first opportunity it goes out the window.
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Sounds like my Lent and my New Year!
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Absolutely
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I don’t do resolutions anymore. My boss thought it’d be fun to go around the room and share our work-related New Years resolutions. When she got to me, I said, ” I resolve to obsolve you all from your resolutions!” She’s still trying to adjust to my sense of humour.
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Resolutions have their place but a resolution is not a commitment; it’s just a thought.
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Good one, Oscar
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I wonder what would have happened had he smiled sweetly at the offensive woman and said something like “Thank you…thank you for reminding me….”
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(Now Cynthia! You’re sounding like my mother!!!) Your suggestion would probably work!
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I will assume “sounding like mother,” is a compliment. 🙂
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It was intended as such!
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It’d probably be in her nature to reply, “were you raised in a barn?! Damn foreigners! This country’s going to shit!”
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Oscar, this was Canada, so she’d say “This country’s going to shit, eh.”
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She’s certain dressed in the picture like a foreigner.
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Poor sad Olwyn’s unthankful demeanour is a bit harsh, but we all start somewhere and practise makes perfect I’m told …………..
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In the old days it was called a habit! A good habit was a virtue, a bad habit was a vice. Such things have been replaced by what is called political correctness. 🙂
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Common decency has not been replaced by political correctness though Bruce – just the right to tell Olwyn he is a complete and utter arse and needs to take a good long look at himself has. That’s the work I used to do as a ‘life guide’. 🙂
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That’s the point of the story!
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Some bitches (female dogs) are too old to learn new tricks!
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Never too old – even for a dog!
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And political correctness does not carry values based on ethics, it carries opinions based on someone trendy lefty’s latest thought pattern.
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We are nearly drowning in political correctness just now, in the USA….
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… all over the world…
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Olwyn can’t possibly be Canadian. A real Canadian would have apologized immediately AND then proceeded to rant.
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Perhaps Olwyn was from somewhere else.
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Probably Australia.
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Australians can be vastly misinterpreted… as the London Times said: they have raised crassness to the level of an art. If Olwyn was an Aussie his statement could be regarded as an amusing compliment. When I travelled overseas the best advice I was ever given was “Just because someone speaks English, doesn’t mean to say they think like you!”
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I real Canadian wouldn’t be in a position in the first place to have to apologize!
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May I remind you that hockey is our national sport. We have our moments but were usually wearing helmets when the mood strikes.
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The one ice hockey game I’ve seen (involving high school teams in Boston) was the most violent bit of sport I’ve ever seen. It made rugby look like tiddly-winks. No wonder they call it a puck.
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Bruce thank you for the story 🙂
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Thank you.
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Mood didn’t last long, did it?
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How many of both Olwyn and the lady does one meet at airports!
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Great post! Thanksgiving reminds me: I’m a charter member of the Old-Fashioned Ingratitude Club. Read on for an explanation: http://bit.ly/P9fBuF
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They say, it ain’t over till the fat lady sings. And this trollop quickly brought an end to Olwyn’s resolution. Thankfully the day isn’t over so he could tell her where to stuff her turkey!
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I’m not taking sides!
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There are no sides left to take, the fat bitch took up the whole isle!
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Oscar! I think you need to step outside!
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Is that literally, time-out!
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Step outside before your head gets too big to fit through the door!
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Least I catch by birds without my head out the window!
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LOL – you might sing your head off!
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Ah, the best laid plans…
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Indeed…
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This one flew over the cuckoo’s nest all right! Cool, cool, Canada.
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As I said to the lady supervisor in the supermarket – “I’m never coming back here again. The service here is disgusting.” Unfortunately it’s the only supermarket in my little town.
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