Don’t Be a Punk

This week I had a great breakfast meeting and left revved up about the rest of the day.  I got in my car and checked email and texts before I got on the road.

Sat there for a minute or two but evidently a lady in a giant gas guzzler (yes, I’m being judgmental) wanted my parking spot so she laid on her horn to let me know.

A simple tap would have done the trick, but she chose to get obnoxious. I backed out and left — noting there was another empty space right across from me. Right there. Empty.

I watched the lady get out of her SUV and march into Starbucks, thinking she should order decaf.

It bothered me for awhile. She took the shine off of an otherwise great morning all because she didn’t want to walk an extra four feet to get her coffee. Oh the irony.  She was wearing workout clothes. I wonder if it made her feel good to get aggressive about a parking space. She had a choice to make a polite tap or even to park elsewhere, but she decided to be a punk.

Being a punk feels lousy.  It doesn’t feel powerful or in control. It feels mean and petty. It takes a day going well and lays a momentary tarnish on it. It takes a tough day and makes it feel worse.

The little things matter a lot. We come into contact with people all day every day and each time we do we have the chance to shine a light on their day or make it suck – either a little or a lot. When we choose to be a punk it casts a pall on our day just as much as it does for the other guy. Even if our day isn’t going so great, being mean to the next guy isn’t going to make it start going better.

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