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I'm in one of my "Why bother?" moods.
Over the past few days I've had several interactions with people wherein I've tried my best to be polite and understanding and I've gotten back condescension, insults, sneers, and veiled accusations that I was lying. No specific incident was way out of the ordinary. It's simply that there's been a lot of it lately.
I need a more pleasant counter-viewpoint saying "not all people are jerks, really." An antidote of sorts. But I'm not sure where to look for it.
That last sentence is pretty darn sad.
Over the past few days I've had several interactions with people wherein I've tried my best to be polite and understanding and I've gotten back condescension, insults, sneers, and veiled accusations that I was lying. No specific incident was way out of the ordinary. It's simply that there's been a lot of it lately.
I need a more pleasant counter-viewpoint saying "not all people are jerks, really." An antidote of sorts. But I'm not sure where to look for it.
That last sentence is pretty darn sad.
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My mom got her wallet stolen on a bus in Rome once. The cash didn't return, but every single credit card and piece of identification did. It was forwarded by the embassy or the consulate or some official thingy like that, and it got to our hotel before we did, if I remember right. Undoubtedly somebody got it to the official types awfully fast. For all I know, the thief handed it over himself, knowing all he wanted was the cash. If so, I gotta hand it to him for being thoughtful, for a pickpocket. That trip could have been a lot worse for my mom.
I love wallet-return stories. I've had things stolen in my life and never seen a stitch of it again, but it's nice to know there are decent folk out there who'll go the extra mile to help.