Saturday, April 11, 2026

Kindness failure

The post I wrote for today bored me, and it would bore you too. Instead, this Friday evening. 

One of our residents bumped into our carpark gate, in fact hit it so hard it will be out of service for a week. The last time our carpark gate stayed open, thieves entered the carpark and broke into some cars and stole a bicycle worth $4000. We now have a permanent guard stationed at the car park entrance until the gate is fixed.

Sister will park here today in my car parking space and beforehand I will give the guard a note with her car identification and registration plate.

The poor guards, with sitting for hours without anything to do but scroll on their phones. I guessed the guard this evening would be Indian, and I was correct. Hindu, Moslem or Christian, they can all eat chicken, so I heated a leftover cut of spicy chicken, with some spicy green beans and kale, not heating the latter, to give to the guard, with a serviette of course. 

Thank you so much, he proclaimed, but I am vegetarian. Sometimes I think I get nothing right in life. I give up on kindness to strangers.

Later today I look forward to eating some spicy chicken, cooked, chilled, reheated, chilled and reheated. 

22 comments:

  1. Nice try on the food. Most of my Indian neighbors and friends are Hindu and vegetarian. But you couldn't know ahead of time. Oh well.

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  2. You WERE kind.
    Never give that up.

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  3. Kindness never goes astray…

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  4. Don't be too upset, you had no way of knowing he is vegetarian, and you got to eat the spicy chicken yourself. As others have said, kindness never goes astray. I hope the gate is soon fixed.

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  5. Nearly half of the Indian population are vegetarian, so of all the countries that we have visited, we felt most comfortable in India. (Mind you I DO eat fish and eggs).

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  6. I have an Indian friend, he's very small in stature and pale. I put this down to poor diet, being a vegetarian.

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  7. "I give up on kindness to strangers."

    Blanche DuBois will be sorry to hear that.

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  8. Oh my gosh, you tried Andrew. That looks like quite a bump!

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  9. That's a bummer about that gate.
    You are very kind to take him a meal, but! A vegetarian- a letdown for you as it would be for me.

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  10. A well-meant act misfired, but the impulse to offer kindness still counts far more than the outcome.

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  11. Sorry if I have to laugh, but you've probably met the only vegetarian in the whole area! How nice of you! So next time, just order vegetables and the man will say, "Where's the meat?" Don't give up being so nice!

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  12. Twice reheated chicken ... should be fine ... 🤞

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  13. Always be kind. He could have said THANK YOU, and after you went back upstairs, treated the neighborhood cats. That would have been gracious, a kindness that is often not learned.

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  14. It's the thought that counts, and he will have appreciated that so much.

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  15. Oh well, I'm sure he appreciated the effort! That driver really walloped the gate, didn't they?

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  16. What a wonderful thing that you did, Andrew. He must have been pleased that you thought of him.

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  17. At least they have their phones. My friend Scars saw guys holding signs to advertise a business, both scrolling on their phones. We thought, what an easy way to make money.

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  18. You were kind! This is the most important thing, Andrew.

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  19. How generous and thoughtful of you.

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  20. That was very kind of you. We've had people drive into our garage entrance, baffling.

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  21. Kindness is never wasted. Your intent was good. I am certain that the guard saw that too.

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