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Well hello hello... I don't know exactly how you happened upon my little blog... Afterall there are so many to choose from out there in cyberspace that the statistics of you coming across me must be pretty small... I therefore assume it was likely because I came up on a page somewhere of recent posts and you thought my title sounded pretty good. I had you fooled didn't I... Just another person who writes because she feels like it. To avoid being boring which is my default setting my posts are generally Plinky inspired... I am just less likely to contemplate procrastination as a career choice in 500 words if I do it that way :P |
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Thank-You is a Reflex
I think I’m going to start by saying I’m a little disappointed by anybody that is finding coming up with a time they thanked somebody… Didn’t your mother teach you better than that? Nevertheless turning it into an interesting story may be a little bit of an issue.
I’m assuming the correct answer to ‘When was the last time you thanked somebody?’ has to be the last time you said ‘Thank You’. Assuming you aren’t in the tendency of thanking objects (which I am but thats another story). Anywho, the last time I thanked somebody was actually pretty random.
I have the tendency to thank people when ‘Thank-you’ probably wasn’t the right thing to say. I’ll say it when the cashier asks for my money… Which means I feel awkward when I feel the need to say it again when they give me my change. But my friend paid for dinner tonight so that particular situation is not the most recent ‘thank-you’ situation.
The last time I thanked a person was in the elevator (I am on holidays - thankfully I don’t have to use an elevator in my own home) and there was a girl with a suitcase in front of the doors. It was one of those awkward get in from one direction out from the other elevators. People are never expecting that and so she thought she was being well planned (she knew we were getting out at 4th floor and she was on 6th).
And anyway despite the fact that she didn’t really move out of my way I thanked for it. I thanked her for being in my way? Pretty much. Not sarcastically or anything, just a well mannered reflex. After all those years of my mum doing the standard parent reminder ‘Say Please… Did you say thank you?’ I would really make her proud now.
