Helpfulness looks different in different places. Even within one country I feel people have varying norms depending on location. Midwesterners will rarely, in my experience, talk to a stranger, but where I grew up in Texas rudeness was a sin and friendly smiles the norm.
I pull up to a gas station.
Attendant at the counter.
I put chocolate milk on the counter.
“Have a great day, M’am!”
We are lucky to be able to walk about 20 minutes to our favorite Hotpot restaurant. This place has individual pots of yummy boiling broth at each person’s place at the table. You put in whatever ingredients you find delicious. This summer while Stateside I would periodically ask the kids what they missed about China. “Hotpot” was an answer shared by all. At hotpot the other night I saw a Chinese helpfulness that makes me smile no matter how many times I encouter it.
Waitress walks by our table.
Sees Asher trying to get food out of his pot.
Takes Asher’s chopsticks out of his hand.
Fishes his noodles, meat and tofu strips out of his soup.
Puts them on his plate.
Reaches over to the midde of the table.
Takes more meat, tofu & greens.
Puts them in his soup.
Hands his chopsticks back.
Waitress walks away.
Asher eats 🙂