PLEEEZ, I’D RATHER DO IT MYSELF! The story is told of a scout master who waited impatiently while the boy scout helped an old woman cross the street.
Scout Master: “Why were you gone so long?”
Scout: “Because she didn’t want to go.”
I know how the old woman felt!
I have pretty near lost some very good male friends because of my determined independence in getting into and out of the van or bus. I readily recall when I decided I could do it myself—if the door is secure and, especially if I have a support to pull up on. I wondered about the wisdom of that decision on the day I fell out of the van door and knocked my kind friend down on the ground and landed on top of him! One time my determined independence resulted in my faltering steps across the lot and a fall that landed me in the bushes. But I still say, Pleeez, I’d rather do it myself!
Now I am perfectly capable of pushing the UP button for the elevator, watching for the UP light, pushing the button that is marked #4 for the floor which is above me. I am NOT prepared to hear a Female Voice say, “Going up,” Well, indeed! I came to that conclusion all by myself. I don’t need some digital intruder to tell me that. And when we get to floor four and the light goes off, the bell dings, the door opens, I see a numeral 4 on the wall, my mind just jumps to the conclusion that I am on the fourth floor without the Voice telling me. I’m still capable of mental gymnastics, Pleeez, you can trust me on that!