I’m a Jerk

I’m in Nashville at a restaurant with my wife.

The hostess leaves to seat another couple.

We wait for the hostess to return.

Ten minutes later, we’re still waiting.

I get impatient.

“Can you believe this? How long can it possibly take to show someone to their table?”

Three minutes later, the hostess returns and shows us to our table.

She then takes our drink order.

Five minutes later, she comes back with drinks and bread.

I learn that the hostess is the owner.

She apologizes for the delay.

“I’m sorry for the wait. It’s been crazy trying to find people to work.”

“A lot of our cooks are serving because we’re short in the front of the house.”

“Thanks for being patient.”

I felt like such a jerk for thinking the worst of the hostess.

My ego prevented me from seeing the situation from a different point of view.

I wanted to be seated.

I wanted a drink.

I was hungry.

I wanted to eat.





The point?

Everyone is going through something.

Thinking the worst of people is a recipe for being upset and pissed off all the time.

The opposite is also true.

There are always multiple lenses to view things from.

Don’t think the worst of people.