Today I'm linking up with the Five Minute Friday community, writing for five minutes on a given prompt.
This week's word is EXPECT.
I don't ride the train often, but earlier this week my daughter and I were coming back from a train trip out east. We boarded the train in Montreal to head back to Kingston. A friendly young woman in her twenties was the staff member for our car.
About an hour into our 2.5-hour trip, she was going up the aisle pushing the snack cart. A rather disheveled older man was sitting across the aisle from us. He had finished one can of beer and ordered another. While she was getting it for him, he said, "I just don't understand it."
"What's that, sir?" she said politely.
"Well," he said, his voice a bit slurred, "Here you are, working on a train. And there's all these fashion magazines out there..."
I could see her expression change; she started to frown and shake her head.
I wanted to say to him: "Stop! Stop saying words!" But he continued haplessly, "All these fashion magazines that should be beating down your door ... and you're working here."
She kept shaking her head and frowning as she gave him his beer and took his money, without making eye contact with him. "No, no," she said dismissively. "No, that's not for me."
As she moved on past us, she and I exchanged glances and rolled our eyes a bit.
I admired her. She was professional. She didn't smile or thank him for the compliment. She deflected it in a way that showed she did not appreciate the inappropriate personal attention.
I wonder if she had headed to work that morning with the expectation that she would be able to do her job in a safe and respectful environment.
She should have been able to expect that.