tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post7922324341939978395..comments2023-12-12T08:22:49.015-07:00Comments on navel gazing at its finest: And the Walls Come Tumbling DownTheOneTrueSuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756132396031048647noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-4010103936095266852008-05-18T07:45:00.000-06:002008-05-18T07:45:00.000-06:00Ohmygod I have been there. I really do love that b...Ohmygod I have been there. I really do love that bank manager. And if you ever drive down the streets of Saint Louis, I'm the one waving at you.Mary Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04923598644163139339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-33597532406150747602008-05-16T21:36:00.000-06:002008-05-16T21:36:00.000-06:00That so needed to be said and you said it so well....That so needed to be said and you said it so well. We're all in this together and it's about time we started caring about it! You must have lived in a different part of Utah than me because I get ignored here as if I were in Vegas all too often. I will be scarred for life because when I moved here the first time, no freaking one would let me sit by them on the bus. No one. I guess because I wasn't dressed like a pioneer? And the driver yelled at ME because I wasn't sitting down but no one would let me sit. It was awful. In California even pot heads and gang bangers would move over and let me sit down.Shelliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12851446861098955538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-33025456639258637812008-05-16T18:51:00.000-06:002008-05-16T18:51:00.000-06:00I'm most impressed at your guts. I would have wel...I'm most impressed at your guts. I would have welled up with tears and ran, not walked, out of the bank. then called my husband hardly able to speak because of the tears and made him deal with it. what.. nope, never happened to me before. you are definitely right about actually seeing people. it makes a huge difference, but it's so hard to do!chelseahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09256311965130246507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-57364568944949817322008-05-16T12:53:00.000-06:002008-05-16T12:53:00.000-06:00U dun it again, Sue! What a story ~ and a way of ...U dun it again, Sue! What a story ~ and a way of saying "see, this is what we have eyes and hearts for"!<BR/><BR/>I've felt like this sooo much in the customer service arena lately - and have ranted on my blog accordingly - but it's something that every once in a while, someone is genuine and nice and helpful and it makes your day! It's the exception rather than the rule, but oh, what an exception!Nicholehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10911836222035780777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-39723533573384043552008-05-15T20:21:00.000-06:002008-05-15T20:21:00.000-06:00you're so wonderful. i love your sense of humor an...you're so wonderful. i love your sense of humor and your blatant honesty. if you ever make it to tennessee, we'll totally grill out. hugs!!kathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02981467188716169631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-30152850677263246592008-05-15T18:42:00.000-06:002008-05-15T18:42:00.000-06:00You made me mushy. So good...so good!You made me mushy. So good...so good!Gaylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02763405062458388462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-68322771367904203192008-05-15T16:28:00.000-06:002008-05-15T16:28:00.000-06:00And here I thought this was supposed to be a funny...And here I thought this was supposed to be a funny blog...you made me well up with tears! <BR/><BR/>I'm so glad it all worked out.Kierahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02468155879243919969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-3140873745883687002008-05-15T14:18:00.000-06:002008-05-15T14:18:00.000-06:00my husband was raised in the midwest... he has liv...my husband was raised in the midwest... he has lived here ( southeast texas ) for almost 8 years and people still think he is a jerk... it's not his fault... he isn't a jerk... but that cold detached thing you were talking about... in the midwest, it's multiplied by hundreds! he really has the hardest time at work... he manages a lot of hard working, true texas blue collar folks and they really have a hard time understanding that his lack of apparent friendliness, chit chat, empathy, or smile are not because he's mean and snobbish, but just because of the way he was raised... he's better than he used to be, but old habits die hard... oh, and yeah, his family thinks i am a totally over friendly wack-a-doo... i say long live southern hospitality!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-67038776774513338892008-05-15T13:40:00.000-06:002008-05-15T13:40:00.000-06:00I found your blog via Kacy's. LOVE IT!! Your sense...I found your blog via Kacy's. <BR/>LOVE IT!! Your sense of humor is so like my own!Trishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18445961553163894249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-6819909037959769562008-05-15T13:35:00.000-06:002008-05-15T13:35:00.000-06:00Big tears. This post, wow. I have been feeling s...Big tears. This post, wow. I have been feeling so very invisable this week it is hard to explain. <BR/><BR/>I am very glad you were SCENE!!Kathy's Kornerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10736616768905799131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-3925809874647193942008-05-15T13:13:00.000-06:002008-05-15T13:13:00.000-06:00I think this is my favorite post of yours (althoug...I think this is my favorite post of yours (although I love them all). It's so true. I grew up in Utah but I still came up like you, distant to strangers, even neighbors, etc. Always just wanted to go about my day as quickly and as inconspicuously as possible. Perhaps it's because I'm terrified of other people and what they might do to me. Anyhoo... I don't know how long ago it was but I decided to be as friendly as I could to others, especially those who were working in banks, restaurants, stores, etc. I guess it was during my stints in retail. It's just really horrible when people are cold and uncaring. So now I always try to look those people in the eye and make sure I say "Thank you" and mean it. <BR/><BR/>I'm glad you got your money. I suppose the Lord decided you had had enough. :)Annie Jarmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14248339527698224747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-12282486788695365622008-05-15T12:24:00.000-06:002008-05-15T12:24:00.000-06:00Hey, found you through Heidi- this has been a grea...Hey, found you through Heidi- this has been a great read, you are witty and funny...I will definitely be coming back. I especially loved where you talked about the "presence" and it was your daughter- I have so had that happen to me. If they only knew how our hearts race when we're trying to keep it together. Have a fabulous day! :)SaraSarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12101466077429611233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-56827467018826348232008-05-15T11:56:00.000-06:002008-05-15T11:56:00.000-06:00WOW, you totally hit me in my spoft spot (not on m...WOW, you totally hit me in my spoft spot (not on my head either). I've been there, begging at the bank only I wans't so lucky. You make Vegas sound a little like CA, at least the city part of it (I'm an SF native). We're not so friendly and I've made an artform of avoidign eye contact. My husband on the other hand is a PA country boy and super kind and friendly and talks to everyone and knows all the neighbors and everyone who I don't know or make eye contact with. You're right though, it isn't out of meanness, it is cultural (not race cultural but where you live cultural - you know what I mean). Having been together for almost 6 years I have noticed that I have becoem a but friendlier and I try to acknowledge those who I know usually aren't, ie: the janitor, the window washer, the cafe kitchen helper. Not sure about you but I think that surroundsings (my husband) and age (although I am ageless) have softened me a bit. Thanks for the great post and lesson. <BR/>And WOOHOO for getting the funds cleared. That is the best part. I'm glad the manager took a minute to SEE you so that she could help. :)<BR/>PS<BR/>come visit me so that I can have a little dose of Sue in my comments, you know, so that I don't get terribly sick and die ;)Swizzlepophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07596940152381464220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-88953702731753407722008-05-15T11:46:00.000-06:002008-05-15T11:46:00.000-06:00Wonderful post, I'm so glad she was able to bypass...Wonderful post, I'm so glad she was able to bypass whatever made them hold your money. And thank you for that reminder. :)Jainahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05666481569069955190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-70245546377112878072008-05-15T11:20:00.000-06:002008-05-15T11:20:00.000-06:00wiping tears here... thanks a lot. LOL What a gr...wiping tears here... thanks a lot. LOL What a great story, adn what a great reminder. and what a GREAT OUTCOME!!<BR/><BR/>Have a great day!Leahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13160551209809872319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-78457404230998472752008-05-15T11:10:00.000-06:002008-05-15T11:10:00.000-06:00I may have commented once or twice, but I read you...I may have commented once or twice, but I read you daily, I really enjoy your blog, you bring a smile to my face. This blog touched me. And if you want to be acknowledged, move to the South. I had no idea how unacknowledging we are in Utah, but compared to here, Utahns are downright mean. I'm still not used to talking to everyone, and I mean everyone, the grocery clerk, the bank teller, the people sitting next to me at McDonald's, the lovely D.Coke bringer at Sonic. And having lived in "the pit of despair" for many years, keep your chin up, there is a light at the end of the tunnel, just keep going and working at it. Thanks for being you, and bringing happiness to my days.Pokeyannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06070568913382611433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-2290739025769977642008-05-15T11:03:00.000-06:002008-05-15T11:03:00.000-06:00It is funny how we can go through so much and then...It is funny how we can go through so much and then all of a sudden the littlest thing throws you right over the edge.<BR/><BR/>It's good to hear that there are people out there who will bend the rules to help someone and do the right thing.<BR/><BR/>I do have to admit that when I first moved to Utah it did creep me out that strangers would wave at me, but now I kind of like it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-90640160231301655162008-05-15T10:21:00.000-06:002008-05-15T10:21:00.000-06:00Very touching! We could all use a little more kin...Very touching! We could all use a little more kindness in our lives. It does make the world a better place!a.menhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08512069321984093569noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-54848336909551519622008-05-15T10:16:00.000-06:002008-05-15T10:16:00.000-06:00Customer Service?? Never heard of that before. Ev...Customer Service?? Never heard of that before. Ever feel like we (the consumer) live in an alter universe where all of the customer service personel just live to torture us? <BR/><BR/>I feel your pain, I do.<BR/><BR/>P.S. I am that freaky, friendly waving person.:)Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06027862831421242012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-29672305394561886462008-05-15T10:05:00.000-06:002008-05-15T10:05:00.000-06:00Loved this post Sue.When we were deciding whether ...Loved this post Sue.<BR/><BR/>When we were deciding whether to buy our current home, we would occasionally drive through the neighborhood. People would always wave at us. We were so impressed. These people didn't know who we were or that we were considering whether or not to move into the neighborhood. Just friendly.<BR/>We only moved a few miles from our old house. Friendliness levels can be different even within cities.<BR/><BR/>So glad the Bank lady worked with you. She would probably appreciate a plate of cookies.<BR/>Pay it forward. It could catch on.Jillybeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12150574987267072428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-91722380517802098982008-05-15T09:09:00.000-06:002008-05-15T09:09:00.000-06:00That's totally a Hallmark moment. Your story gave ...That's totally a Hallmark moment. Your story gave me cold chills. And reaffirmed my faith in humanity. :-)Keethahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10391755322320140235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-2079697269049272762008-05-15T09:00:00.000-06:002008-05-15T09:00:00.000-06:00I so needed to read this post. I'm really guilty ...I so needed to read this post. I'm really guilty of not "seeing" people and that needs to stop. Thanks for opening my eyes. Great post!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-42520973577722030642008-05-15T08:52:00.001-06:002008-05-15T08:52:00.001-06:00In Oregon, everyone is freaky friendly. My friends...In Oregon, everyone is freaky friendly. My friends who moved here from LA are creeped out by us (corporately, not personally!). I am glad the bank manager showed you her humanity... and dang it, you made me cry too!Mirihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03924043596033516959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-42584286651138339102008-05-15T08:52:00.000-06:002008-05-15T08:52:00.000-06:00Beautiful. And you made tears come to my eyes. Hav...Beautiful. And you made tears come to my eyes. Have a great day. MargieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-84548479195816434032008-05-15T08:50:00.000-06:002008-05-15T08:50:00.000-06:00Sue, that was a BEAUTIFUL, heartwarming story. It ...Sue, that was a BEAUTIFUL, heartwarming story. It needs to be in Signposts or some such magazine.Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15530972001172936718noreply@blogger.com