Sunday, December 14, 2014
A Smile And A Friendly Word Never Hurts
John has taken on the habit of striking up a conversation when we see a man eating alone. You can tell by their clothes they are oil field workers. Sometime the look on their face says they would rather be somewhere else, probably with family in another town. Tonight at a chicken fast food restaurant there wasn't a lot of people in there but a black man came in with one of the oil field overalls on. He had that look on his face while eating. As we left we passed his table and John ask if he was just finishing up his shift or starting it. You wouldn't believe the smile that crossed his face when he answered just starting. We all exchanged a few words and wished each other a goodnight. As we were walking out the door he called to me mam, mam, you forgot your purse. I had put it on a chair under our table to get it out of the way. It was easy to see from his table. We thanked him and he said I always have to look after my wife's purse. We had a good laugh and went on our way. If we had not made it a point to be friendly he could just as well ignored the situation and anything could have happened to my purse by the time I realized it was missing. We fuss about the traffic and building and more crime but it's here to stay at least until the boom is over so we might as well make the best of it. Let us live up to our name "The town of Liveoaks and Friendly Folks".