tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4932842876572196591.post1034450192394360541..comments2011-04-14T04:47:45.157-04:00Comments on Real Joined-Up Writing: The Kindness of StrangersLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08389045184343122445noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4932842876572196591.post-32342546873007092042009-01-15T07:45:00.000-05:002009-01-15T07:45:00.000-05:00I completely understand what you're saying, Theadr...I completely understand what you're saying, Theadra. I was a bit taken aback myself. I have to suppose that Min is either working on a promotion or is his long-suffering assistant and is used to these kinds of "requests". She didn't seem in the least put out by the order, and it WAS an order.<BR/><BR/>Yesterday it snowed all day. The car was a snowball when I got back to it in the evening. It took me ten minutes to clean it off. I kinda wished Min was working alongside of me :-). Made me appreciate all over again what she had done.Lizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08389045184343122445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4932842876572196591.post-78155912990696394082009-01-13T15:38:00.000-05:002009-01-13T15:38:00.000-05:00I'm all for equality, and I regularly clean my...I'm all for equality, and I regularly clean my own car off. If Min had offered or just done it on her own, I wouldn't have an issue with your story. <BR/><BR/>But . . . He told her to do it and she did, while he stood there? Now, don't get me wrong. I'm very glad someone was there to help you, but I wanted to smack the guy. And he reminded her to get the hood!! Why didn't the doofus get the hood himself?<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I'm glad you had a good day. Welcome to the North. =>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com