On my first trip to Mexico, Kim and I went to the pyramids outside of Mexico City.
The tour guide introduced us to a fellow sitting on the grounds who showed us how the ancients squished a certained bug to make a dye and then painted with it on a card. He offered to sell us one. I declined. The lady from Germany bought one.
As we were walking away, our guide said quite unjudgementally, "we all need to make a living."
That was more than 10 years ago and I still regret not having bought a postcard with the bug guts on it.
The guide was right.
We all need to make a living.
My mom was raised during the Great Depression.
She said that anyone who choses work -- work no matter what -- over idleness or begging, deserved my respect.
Saying no to a product that I don't want is a minor hassle compared to the person who has to hear that no.
A few years ago, a friend challenged me to take an extra 3 seconds with greeters and Freddy's and solitictors. It might be the kindest 3 seconds of their work day.
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