Don't Judge A Book...

This evening I went to the mall to get my hair done (I really feel that, on the last day of school, I shouldn't be grey. I don't want the kids to remember me that way...). Anyway, I parked, and headed towards the mall. I stopped at the crosswalk. I waited for cars to stop so I could cross. I waited. And I waited. All of these average looking, middle-aged drivers in big cars who were in so much of a hurry that they couldn't stop to let someone cross EVENTHOUGH I WAS WAITING AT THE CROSSWALK!

As I was waiting, I heard the deep "boom, boom" of someone's car stereo, some rap music cranked up to full volume and rattling the windows. As this car approached, full of laughing, no-care-in-the-world teenagers, I totally expected them to even laugh at me as they revved through the crosswalk.

But I was wrong. They slowed down and stopped. And waited for me to cross. I gave a polite, somewhat sheepish wave as I crossed.

Those kids stopped when others, who seemed more aware of just the social norms, didn't. It just goes to show. Don't judge a book by it's cover.