Respect.
When we are out, or shopping, man, nothing gets me to say something faster than when people talk down to waiters/waitresses or tellers.
Like males who think the waitress is their personal “toy” … me like, do you have a wife or daughter? How would you like that to happen to them?
Dang, the regional manager and all the senior managers around a table, me the stooge with them, they joked with this 18-year-old waitress, lewd jokes. Could see she was uncomfortable. Until I looked up at the regional manager and said loudly … my daughter was just born … thought I was going to lose my job. Big boss just smiled, De Ruyter reminds me of him, and the lady was treated with respect the entire night.
The “Karens” … are you seriously taking out your frustrations here and now? “Where is the manager!!!” (at the top of my voice)
The other day, my granddaughter and I walked past this Spars Manager’s cubicle. There is this guy voicing his frustrations at the manager, a tiny female, about why she allowed some intoxicated males to buy liquor at the linked liquor shop and “allowed” them to consume it in the public space outside the shop.
Listening for like 2-3 minutes. Walked even closer up to this guy and asked him. Let me get this straight. Do you want this lady telling the female tellers there to handle intoxicated males consuming alcohol in a public space and all you can do is bitch and moan for the last 10 minutes? Why did you not intervene yourself? Or how about, I turned around pointing, you ask those police officers there to handle it?
Guy walked out without a further word mumbling something like “I work for the police”.
Good people doing nothing … comes to mind.
Again, respect for realizing catching yourself in a bad moment.