Setting the scene….it was a lovely, topical evening, ocean side, here in south Florida.
Act One: Enter ~ Fair, ‘elderly’ maiden, Elaine, who while humming her happy evening tune, carefully inserts the appropriate coins into the meter before she begins her evening constitutional along the ocean walkway.
Although dusk is falling, Elaine is very cognizant of ….ta da….wicked meter maid who could make her appearance at any time – regardless of a setting Sun.
With 6 minutes to spare, our heroine is almost back at the starting gate where her chaise awaited.
Enter stage left. Wicked Meter Maid seems to materialize out of the ethers ~ trolling… hopeful to snare a hapless soul who unwittingly has lost track of the time ~ most likely due to the sheer beauty and entrancing powers of the ocean. (Perhaps I’m overly generous in my thinking, but, what the heck!) Yes. Dear, hapless soul is parked next to Elaine.
She (Elaine) looked with chagrin at “fiercely devoted and oddly jubilant public servant ~ merry meter maid” and said: “Oh, this is not a happy day for the owners of this car.” Meter maid simply gives a shrug, a gleeful smile, and writes a ticket for the offending automobile and its owners. Curtain drops…..
Act Two: Elaine carefully inserts another coin into the meter and continues her journey. On the pathway Elaine encounters a gal who was walking dogs; she too had witnessed Ms M. Maid writing the ticket and then driving off into the sunset. Elaine wistfully speaks: “Wow, if I were a meter maid, I’d keep a roll of quarters in my pocket and pop coins in as needed.”
Gal ferociously, angrily replies: “WHY? They know the rules when they park here! These people get what they deserve!” “Yikes!” thinks our heroine. Dog-walking gal then goes on a tirade of how all people take advantage of the rules and somehow need to be punished.
Elaine who bravely collects herself after this odd verbal exchange (which thankfully she didn’t take personally – yahoo!) says: “Well, maybe the ‘criminals’ just needed a little act of kindness which could mean the world to them.”
Dog-walking gal tugs rudely on the dogs’ collars and exits stage right.
Back to our heroine…. Elaine continues on her way; thankful that she is not one of those dogs; very thankful that she held her tongue,and clinging even more firmly to her conviction that Kindness IS the Way.
Our gal understands that indeed there are different strokes for different folks, so she detached and looked forward to practicing some of her new Qigong moves on the beach!
The End. Bartlett Productions!