Just for today, I will practice patience and tolerance. I did a really good job. I didn't go over and hit the guy that was mouthing off at our dinner. I told myself, you can't hit very hard so it wouldn't do any good. He was brash, crass, loud and obnoxious. Young girls were helping their grandmother serve and he said things that I didn't think were appropriate, but I am old fashioned in a lot of ways. I found him to be verbally abusive and some people can ignore it, but having lived it, I don't want to be around it and I don't think young people need to hear such things and think it is normal and the way the man they will meet, can talk that way and it is cool and acceptable. NOT!!!
I am afraid, if looks could kill he would have rolled over and died. So that is not good on my part, and certainly not tolerant. I almost left, but chose to stay.
