Today, on my flight from San Diego to Sonoma, the couple seated behind me was bickering.
Lady: hold this
Man: what is this? Are you going to have me hold your water?
Man: well, what are you holding?
Lady: my temper
Nice work, lady. You sure told him, I thought.
Later, as they deplaned and I watched her patiently guide him down the aisle between the seats, I realized that what I had registered as a smartass comment from a bitter husband was actually a legitimate inquiry from a blind man who just wanted to know what he was holding.
Context is EVERYTHING.
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