The True Test of a Person’s Character is What She Does When No One is Watching But She Thinks They Are
I can be a considerate person when pressed, but most of the time, I just do nice things because I’m afraid I’m on a reality show.
I’m sitting here at Starbucks trying to figure out a fabulous topic for today’s post. I had one, but it involved Dimples. She always gets final say-so on any stories featuring her, and she put the big kibosh on this one.
So, instead, I’m staring forlornly at my iPad screen, and a man gets up from one of the tables, inadvertently hitting some kind of brochure holder full of pamphlets, sending them flying all over the floor.
“Oh, darn,” he says. And, no, I did not censor that. I. KNOW! I didn’t know people still say that, either.
Then he walks to the employee door in the back of the store and disappears.
I look at the mess on the floor. I look at the employees working behind the bar. I look back at the mess on the floor. Not one person seems inclined to pick it up.
I just know I’m being featured on some hidden camera show. They’re trying to bust people who ignore pamphlets strewn all over the floor – to reveal the callous behavior of people who drink skinny, decaf mochas as they try to pass the time while their daughters who have editorial control over their blogs practice synchronized swimming.
This is my chance to show my heroic side. I casually get up and walk over to the mess. I collect all of the brochures, straighten them out, and put them back into the holder, placing it carefully in its spot behind the basket of creamer or sugar or whatever it is that I don’t use.
I walk back to my seat. No one claps. No one jumps out of the back room saying, “You’re the first person today to actually pick that up! You wouldn’t believe how many times we’ve done this skit and people completely ignored the mess! It just proves what a sad world we live in that no one cares about brochures scattered all over the floor.”
I know what you’re thinking. “This lady is a saint. Some day, they are going to write on her tombstone, ‘Here lies Mrs. Cap’n Firepants, the Mother Teresa of the 21st century. She saved spiders and snakes and credit card advertisements. And just because she did it out of fear of being featured on What Would You Do? with John Quinones doesn’t make her any less of role model. May the Force be With You.'”
or, I guess it could say,
“Here lies a woman who kept picking up random things and we couldn’t raise enough money on Kickstarter to buy more than this brick to mark her grave. Please take a Mastercard application before you leave.”
Who cares? At least I won’t have to worry about hidden cameras when I’m dead.
Posted on September 3, 2013, in Death, Humor, Phobia and tagged death, hidden camera, humor, John Quinones, Mother Teresa, paranoia, Starbucks. Bookmark the permalink. 27 Comments.
1) unrelated, but Jon Stewart is back tonight. Yay!
2) Kickstarter has just launched in Australasia. I would be prepared to contribute enough for 2 bricks
3) Starbucks thanks you
I am completely drunk with laughter over the return of Stewart. It’s a happy, happy week!
This makes me laugh. I think they’d rather pay somebody to do it.
To laugh? 😉
Laughing my head off!
You know you think the same way I do!
You have no idea how relieved I am to know that I am not the only one who imagines John Quinones behind every corner. The show has been filmed a few times at a bakery in my town. I make sure I’m wearing lipstick every time I go in for anything. And I am SUPERnice to the old ladies in line who ask me stupid questions about the layer cakes. I hate you, Quinones!!
Are you serious?!!!! OMG. I would be too paranoid to even leave my house!!!!!
You didn’t do anything embarrassing, so the secret footage they shot was useless.
I put one of the brochures in upside-down, so I’m surprised I haven’t made the news headlines yet.
I don’t watch TV, so I didn’t even know John Quinones and his secret cameras existed. Thanks for contributing to my already-rampant paranoia.
P.S. You are a saint! I would have cheerfully ignored the whole thing.
I should probably clarify that I don’t actually watch the show. In fact, I’m not really sure how I learned about it in the first place. Probably when I was googling something inappropriate that he revealed with his hidden camera.
“Oh, darn” and then walked away? I knocked this over… guess I’ll just leave it there. Good for you for picking them up!
And I’m pretty sure it was an employee! Unless they let just random people walk in the back.
To be fair, I’m guessing “people who drink skinny, decaf mochas as they try to pass the time while their daughters who have editorial control over their blogs practice synchronized swimming” is a pretty small niche.
You probably could have let it go.
Unless you’d get grief when the nine or so of you mmeet for the annual convention…
(Either way, it was a very nice thing you did.)
Oh, there’s tons of us. You obviously are not very observant when you are in Starbucks. We are everywhere, my friend.
YES. We all do good deeds based on a secret fear or being filmed, right? The only way I can correct my posture is by convincing myself I’ll look like Quasimodo when the show airs.
Oh, well, thank you very much. I’m supposed to worry about my posture now, too?!!!!!!
I figure i’m safe in my own home, but out in public I do have to attempt to draw on everything I know to be “the right thing to do.”
I must admit that the nuns kind of drilled that type of thing into me at an early age. But they are long gone so I am now more afraid of John Quinones.
And coffee shop employees complain they don’t get enough tips. Shocker.
Ironically, I tipped them rather largely right before the incident.
Whenever there is an odd situation out somewhere, I am so paranoid that John Quinones will pop out. Isn’t he from San Antonio? You never know… You did the right thing!
ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?!!! Is he really from San Antonio? Geez, I might as well just run naked down 281 and get it over with.
Ha! Whenever I knock anything over, I usually “Oh bother!” This is because I am usually within listening distance of little pitchers. 😀
I loved this one! I am usually more paranoid of being watched by the ghosts of my ancestors, however. “Oh, bother! But what WILL Pepere say when I die if I don’t clean this up? Sigh.”
Okay, I’m never writing a post like this again. You guys are supposed to commiserate with me – not give me more reasons to be paranoid!!!!!
You did the right thing. I think. Better to be safe than sorry.