he was very kind as he told you all of the things that your car needed. you were only there for an oil change, but a break light was out, and you needed a new transmission. you only had the money for an oil change and a light to be fixed, but he wrote a reminder note on the receipt for you, so you wouldn't forget about the transmission, for the next time, or when you got the money.

he showed you to the lounge, opening the door, a real gentleman, a gentleman wearing a grungy blue jump suit, covered with oil, and other work related grime, but still a gentleman. a gentleman with blond hair and kind blue eyes.

and then, when they were all done, and you went to leave, he watched you walk out to the car, and banged on the glass door to get your attention.

"Have a nice day," he shouted and then smiled at you. He shouted over the noise of the garage, and also so you could hear him through the glass.

a real gentleman, and you only waved, not even making eye contact.

what an ass.

people should not be defined by what job they hold in life, or their dirty grungy blue jumpsuits. But by their hearts.

he was a gentleman, in a blue jumpsuit, and you just looked the other way. you could have smiled, and said you too, or at least made eye contact. but you just got into the car, not even a thank you.

what an ass.