Different Types of People...

The world has so many different types of people. And if you open your eyes, it’s amazing what can be seen out there.

For example, yesterday I took my 2 year old and the two 4 year olds out to breakfast for my birthday.

We walked into this café that serves the most BEAUTIFUL food, but it’s always crowded. I had the 2 year old in my arms and the two 4 year olds running in all different directions. It was quite comical, as it normally is when we go out.

So here I am, searching for a table and I see a woman of about 50 with her 20 something daughter. They are sitting just the two of them at a table big enough for 6. I look around… nope, no tables for 4. Only tables for 2.

I TRIED to find another table. Nothing. It was noisy and my highly sensitive child was starting to get a bit antsy.

I thought, you know… I am just going to ask.

“Excuse me.” I say to the woman. She looks up at me from behind her glasses. “Do you have anyone joining you?” She shakes her head indicating no. No hint of a smile. “It’s just, I notice you are at a table for 6 and there are a few tables for 2. We have 4 of us, and there are no tables big enough for us to fit. Would you mind swapping tables?” I indicate to the table right next to where I am stating, a vacant 2 top.

Silence. She looks at me like I’ve got something growing from my face. Suddenly I feel like I’ve seriously imposed. “You know what, no stress, we will find another place.” I say with a smile. Adamant that I am not going to let her impact my day.

We find a table, it’s a bit crammed and right in the middle of things but we sit and order our meal and are having a delightful time.

Next thing, the 4 year old girl says “I need to go to the toilet.” Hmmm… there is no toilet near by and this place is packed.

“Do you really need to go or are you just bored? “

“I really need to go.”

“Okay, kids up! ‘Little Miss’ has to go to the toilet. ‘Tony Stark’ and ‘Monster’ get up. I go to get the toilet key from the counter. Walking back to the table a lovely woman, also in her 50s stops me.

“I couldn’t help overhearing that your little girl needs to use the toilet. Would you like me to take her, I can see you have your hands full. It’s only right there, she points to the door. You can see it from here. We will be right back.”

My heart warms. Just like that someone made my birthday and she didn’t even know it.

Which type of woman are you?