I posted a similar thought to this one on another blog in another life (few years ago).
Yesterday, I was leaving a Starbucks when I sensed that someone was following behind me. I looked over my shoulder to notice a person who had 340983098 things in her two hands. I simply waited a few seconds and held the door for her. She smiled.
Who do you think enjoyed the experience more, the one who served or the one who was served?
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