Surly Youth

When I stopped by the post office today, we had a LARGE package waiting for us. Not heavy, just bulky and requiring two hands. So I piled our mail on top, picked up the package, and headed out.

As I approached the door, two kids zoomed up on their bikes. One of them spotted me (and my package predicament) through the door. She let her bike fall over, and raced to the door to pull it open for me. After I carefully squeezed through the door, I thanked her.

She muttered "It wasn't much" in that surly tone which kids use to indicate "I've just done something polite and helpful and I don't want any flack just because my parents are raising me right."

Maybe the world is not going to hell in a handbasket after all.