We were in Austria looking for batteries. Not just any batteries--Duracell batteries. We went into one store that was a few steps down in the cellar. The shopkeeper showed dad batteries and dad said, "No! Do you have Duracell?" The guy got upset because Dad wouldn't buy those batteries and swore at us as we left. I said, "Gosh, what a jerk!"
Dad responded, "Well, he's in this bad little shop that's not doing much business."
Oh, okay. That's what charity is--understanding the other guy's perspective. Dad was good at that and not reviling back.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
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