A letter to the well-dressed lady wearing the fur coat this past Sunday at church.

Dear Well-Dressed Lady Wearing the Fur Coat this Past Sunday at Church:

I just wanted to point something out to you. When you see two gorgeous, fabulous young women struggling on the steep wheelchair ramp with two carts laden with baby food and the fabulous young women discover the door at the top of the ramp is locked at the very same moment several jars of food fall off of a cart and start rolling in the snow and the fabulous young women start to scramble to control the impending disaster the appropriate course of action for you is to NOT stand there staring pityingly at us.

There were a few things you could have done:

1. Pick up a couple of jars of food
2. Offer to hold one of the carts so one of the fabulous young women could run inside and unlock the door.
3. Offer to go inside and unlock the door.
4. Get out of the way so someone else could have helped them.

You did none of these things. Next time, if you feel like helping is beneath you, at least go away and leave the poor women alone. Don't just stand there. They didn't need the audience.

I really hope you are not the sort to let a door slam in the face of a person behind you exiting a store, but I wouldn't be surprised if you are.

Signed,

The Fabulous Young Woman Who Was Wearing the Green Sweater.

Ok, I feel a little better now.

I get to drop over $1000 dollars worth of food, formula, and diapers off a the local food bank this week. That will make the little accident on Sunday infinitely worth it.