Last night Marshal & I decided to go out to eat. We thought we'd like to go to a mediterranean restaurant that we like... but we decided to call ahead to make sure there wasn't a long wait. We called... and the phone 'mailbox was full'! Really? What kind of good business practice was that? So... we kept calling thinking that sooner or later we'd get through. No luck. That made me cranky. And judgmental. I liked this restaurant, but REALLY, if they couldn't even answer the phone on a Friday night... (And the crankiness wasn't helped by the fact that I'm recovering from surgery).
Finally, we switched gears and decided to try a new italian restaurant. Called, and got a reservation that gave us enough time to get ready and then get over there. I wanted mediterranean, but italian would have to do.
Just as we were walking out of our house to try the new restaurant, Marsh looked at the local paper sitting on our couch. On the front page? A picture of the mediterranean restaurant burning down two days ago. Oh. So THAT'S why they hadn't answered the phone.
It makes me wonder... how often am I judgmental of people, when I have no idea what their reality is? Probably far too often.
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