It's great for me to expand my consciousness of what's going on around me, but the flipside of that is that I notice things that make me angry.
Last Friday, I was exiting a building behind a woman, who was ready to go out the door on her right that leads to the street. On the outside, a woman with a cane was approaching, ready to enter through the same door, which was closed. Rather than hitting the automatic door opener, which would have slowly opened the door for the woman with the cane, the person ahead of me just moved quickly to the other door (on her left, which was open) and got to the outside. That left the gal with the cane without an open door; to me, it was an extremely rude gesture.
The fact that I knew the person who made a quick cut to exit made the situation even less pleasant than it was. I've probably blogged stuff like this before, but I am really thankful to be able watch Gina interact with people when we're doing things in town--she is the complete opposite. I have one classy, thoughtful wife.
Of course, after I witnessed that heartless incident on Friday, I went right back to being my usual unaware self. Are we done here?