While peregrinating through the concourse between two major shopping malls, I saw a little boy of about five tracing his hand through the air as he walked with the other held by his father. Oblivious of the people walking past, he accidentally brushed his hand across the lower part of an old lady’s dress. Looking back over my shoulder, I couldn’t help but notice the well-dressed old lady looking peeved at what the boy did. She pursed her lips and tsked at the boy, a gesture that reflected her less forgiving self it seemed. What would have been your response if you were her?
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