A Nice Stranger Tells His Story

 

  I am a nice stranger.  I never complain, I never create a scene.  When I attend church services, I never object if I have to walk all the way to the front of the building to find an empty seat while everyone cranes and stares to watch my embarrassed march.

    No.  I just take a seat in the manner of a lady or gentleman.  I am a nice visitor who never complains.  Not even when I have to push by the feet of selfish members who occupy the aisle seats, and wouldn't move out of their favorite place for anyone.  I just sit down meekly and quietly.

    I am an ideal stranger.  I don't complain when those in the nearby seats talk and whisper to each other during the sermon, or when someone is busy "cooing" at the babies instead of listening to the sermon.  This does make it so I cannot hear the sermon, which I was interested in, but I don't complain.

    I wouldn't hurt someone's feelings, or embarrass a mother by asking her to keep quiet so that I, who am not a member, can hear the preacher.  I am a nice stranger.  I never create a scene if, at the close of the service, nobody speaks to me.  No, when they gather in their little groups, it doesn't bother me.  I am a nice stranger, and I am too cultured to say anything about all of this.  I JUST DON'T COME BACK!

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