I had just gone in for a few, regular items; not like in Atlanta. In the south, when we see a few flakes of snow, it is mandatory for us to run to the store to buy 20 loaves of bread and 100 gallons of milk. Lord only knows why; it's not like snow has ever stayed on the ground in Atlanta for more than a few days - how much bread do people normally eat in that amount of time?
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Reading NYT online, there was a little piece on award saturation...too many oscars/emmys/people's choice, etc.
The author made several recommendations for awards to ordinary folks who do little things to make life a little more pleasant for other people (see excerpt below).
The thing is, most people here in Compliance would never be able to do these little niceties for their fellow citizens; there are no subways, no buildings with dogs, no sidewalks, no lottery tickets.
I guess that's why here in the midwest, folks are just nice all the time.
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To people on trains and in movie theaters who remove their coats from empty seats without being asked: a Civvy for best performance in a crowded comedy.
Top performance by a dog owner goes to those who understand that buildings are not urinals and that expandable leashes that go from here to eternity are a menace to pedestrians. And for people who keep their umbrellas closed until they have exited the subway stairs (who
are probably the same people who keep their soaking-wet umbrellas folded by their feet rather than dripping all over you): a Civvy Award for excellence in prop handling.
For achievement in sound, a Civvy goes to co-workers who try to speak quietly in the next cubicle. For outstanding choreography in public spaces, a Civvy goes to friends who know better than to walk three abreast on the sidewalk. And the Civvy in editing goes to anyone who
does not feel compelled to explain himself at length after making mistakes.
Drum roll please. The final Civvy of the night is for unsolicited graciousness at a cash register. It goes to the elderly woman who quietly stepped aside at the corner store the other day so that I
could buy my newspapers before she bought all her lottery tickets. link ...the rest of the story...