We went RV’ing last weekend. You already know this. And are sick of hearing about it, but don’t click off of here just yet.
Our drive to the campground and our way back home had a little something in common.
Something most people probably don’t think about or even do on the road.
(I do think about it because I do it usually all the time if you’re driving around me and haven’t been going 12 mph in the left lane or if you didn’t cut me off when I had my stupid blinker on trying to change lanes for 2 days and then here you come roaring up the lane I’m trying to get into then slow up right next to me so I can’t do anything but slow down and get behind you which I am totally NOT going to do because you are an asshat-y loser, or get on the bumper of the slow poke in front of me so I can jut my way in front of you barely missing your bumper by a smidge.)
(Not that any of this has ever happened.)
Something most people probably don’t think about or even do on the road?
Just simply wave. A small little barely-using-any-energy hand flap back and forth from the wrist up.
Here’s just a glimpse of my life on the road last weekend with the dude RV driver I call my man and his conversation with himself behind the wheel while I was rattling about something else that he was totally not listening to:
“Really? No wave?”
“Uh, hello. I pull to the shoulder to let you pass and you can’t even wave?”
“Oh, my God…did you see that? An RV just like ours just went past us and the driver didn’t even wave!”
“Oh, I see how you people are. I risk my rig pulling over on this half-ass shoulder to let all 4 of y’all pass and not one of you can even say thanks with a wave. I see.”
“That’s it fellow…you’re the last one going around me. I’m officially gonna be one of those drivers who hog the road because none of you people appreciate me moving over enough to even say thanks with a wave.”
And on and on and on and on and on.
(Kill me. Kill me now.)
I was over in my seat trying to guess if the song on the radio was by Rush or AC/DC and he’s all eat up with the fact nobody has the courtesy to say thanks with a wave.
I told him to just shut it and move over. Who cares if they don’t wave. YOU be nice and do the kind thing.
“When you have to choose between doing what’s right and doing what’s kind…go with kindness every time. It is always a better payoff.”
Now, speed up to me getting my morning oatmeal at McDonalds. That oatmeal I could marry I love it so much. With all the little fruit-y goodness and raisins and yeah, that one.
I’m in the drive thru and a man is trying to walk across the drive thru lane to the restaurant from the business next door.
Three idiot cars ahead of me drive by him and not one even slows up to let the man through.
(Damn, he’s just wanting to grab some grub, people…give him a break.)
Then here I come.
He isn’t even trying to cross anymore. Just standing there hating every car in line because those first three fools all but made him a hood ornament.
I waved him across.
He lit up like a Christmas tree.
He waved. He smiled. He trotted across the lane. He got across to the curb. He turned back. He smiled again. He waved again.
All I could see was teeth and this hand flapping back and forth from the wrist up.
And all I had to do was keep my size 5 black point-y toe pump on the brake for about 4.8 seconds.
Then of course, that made me smile and wave back.
Remember back after 9/11 happened?
Remember how people were kind. They were considerate. They were friendly. They were nice. They were patient. They were smile-y. They were pleasant. They were helpful. They were gracious. They were gentle.
If you were at the grocery store and had a can of corn and the person in front of you in line had a full buggy, they offered for you to go ahead of them instead of waiting.
(Buggy = basket and/or cart down here in the South.)
If you were out-of-town over the weekend and the neighbor mowed his yard, you came home to your yard mysteriously mowed.
If you were standing at the counter paying for your….oh, I don’t know….ice cream and it’s $3.07 so you hand the cashier $4 and the person behind you says, “Here’s the .07”.
Yeah, that kind of stuff.
What the hell happened? Where is the “let’s be at least kinda nice and just smile or maybe lift our fat arms and wave at a stranger” mentality?
Maybe I’m living in a fantasy-land hoping that people can just friggin be nice for no reason or for the simple fact it makes them feel better to be nice whether the person receiving their niceness appreciates it or not, but leave me alone and leave me here in my fantasy-land.
But do me a favor.
(Or whatever you’re reading this drivel.)
Wave at somebody. Just smile and wave.
And if they flip you off, so what. If they don’t wave back, so what. If they smile and wave back, even better.
But just do it.
Because it’s kind. And this stupid world needs all the damn kindness it can get right now.
I’m not asking for world peace. It appears that probably ain’t ever gonna happen. But maybe if we all just waved at each other, we’d have a better shot at it?
Maybe a simple wave would bring a little peace to our stupid little individual world?
Just do it. And you’ll eventually get it back.
Or at least I hope you do.
OK…if you wave at me, you will. Wave at me and you WILL get it back.
That I promise.
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