South of Sunnyside

Being the responsible person I am, I made a quick afternoon trip to the bank to make a payment on my car loan. What I witnessed while waiting in line for the ATM still blows my mind.

As I pulled into the parking lot, I waited for a lady in a motorized wheelchair to clear my path to a space in front of the bank. As I got out of the car, she made her way to the passenger window of another bank customer’s car; the person seated inside responded positively to her solicitation, and the lady turned toward the ATM line as she wished God’s blessings on the the generous stranger.

A bit baffled at her audacity to ask for more, I declined to give to the lady’s cause, as did the person in front of me. She was kind about it, and promptly moved on.

As she approached another customer getting out of a nearby truck, I could feel tension brewing. The response to her solicitation was less than positive, and the bank customer was quite animated in her request that the lady in the wheelchair get away. She responded to a story about a deceased husband with a comment about her own (deceased husband), followed by a solid two minutes of F-bombs. I’m sure there were other words mixed in every so often, but for the most part she just dropped F-bombs.

The lady in the wheelchair dilligently responded with an offer to pray for the customer, and followed her across the parking lot (which did not go over well) telling her about how she needed Jesus.

People amaze me.

I refuse to take a side here—but both of these women were out of line. I probably was, too, for not responding, but I didn’t know what to do. I just stared at the wall in front of me until the lady in the wheelchair moved toward a new target across the parking lot.

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