You’re Welcome, Maybe I See Why
Walking through the parking lot to my apartment complex’s recycling bins with two cases worth of empty beer bottles, I saw an old man [late 60s] at the curb shuffling amongst a briefcase and some grocery bags. Briefly, it looked like he was deciding what to take and when -under control.
I don’t know him, never seen him before, etc. but he had it under control. Celtic Frost’s “Procreation of the Wicked” streaked through my mind and I smirked.
Walking back, I saw him going up the stairs in a very slow sideways movement. The briefcase and grocery bags were strewn about the steps so he could retrieve them as he went up.
Now, it was obvious he could use [but did he want..?] help and I offered. He accepted, saying there was more in his car. I retrieved the rest and took it up the stairs with the rest of his haul.
Though he was grateful, some of his comment/instruction -though brief/controlling- made me wonder:
I don’t know him, never seen him before, etc. but he had it under control. Celtic Frost’s “Procreation of the Wicked” streaked through my mind and I smirked.
Walking back, I saw him going up the stairs in a very slow sideways movement. The briefcase and grocery bags were strewn about the steps so he could retrieve them as he went up.
Now, it was obvious he could use [but did he want..?] help and I offered. He accepted, saying there was more in his car. I retrieved the rest and took it up the stairs with the rest of his haul.
Though he was grateful, some of his comment/instruction -though brief/controlling- made me wonder:
- Was he an asshole when he was younger and the family wants nothing to do with him?
- Or was it the act of taking help from others?
- Should he be living on the second floor?