The elevators to get to our top-floor office take FOREVER. So, it annoys the heck out of me when someone hits the ‘3′ button. I’m thinking, “What?! You can’t walk up two flights of stairs?!”
It was me, 2 guys chatting, and a fourth guy who just got on the elevator. Mr. Fourth hits the 3rd floor button. Ugh. We make our two-floor ascent, which I imagine my grandmother could complete faster in the stairwell.
Mr. Climacophobia* exits, and the two chatting guys start talking about it. They talk about how often people use the elevator for the third floor. Wow, I didn’t realize so many lazy people worked in our building. I’m about to chime in with some zinger remark, sure to get laughs from this audience of two (and God, I’m sure, too).
Then they mention that it’s unfortunate that the stairway is locked between the 2nd and 3rd floors, making the 3rd floor impossible to reach by stairs unless you have a key. OK, I’m a judgmental jerk. [-10 cool points] Praise God that I didn’t open my mouth. I’d rather learn my lesson in humility without looking like a complete idiot.
I’m quick to judge others, and it stinks. I won’t go into it, because you know what it’s like, whether you’re a judger or judgee. I want to be better – the lesson in the elevator was a start, writing this post is another step.
Care to share your snap judgment story with us?
* Actually mentioned in a Charlie Brown Christmas, watched this very night
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I’ll share.
Last night at church I was talking to a lady about her business, which is to go into homes and businesses and organize people. Like they do on HGTV shows. Someone mentioned the show where people’s houses are really, really dirty and I said, “How can anyone let their house get that way? And then to let someone else come in and see it?!” I kind of went on for a while.
…And then the lady with the business told me about a recent client. Her house was a mess because she’d had CANCER. And that’s the kind of person I had been judging.
Out loud. *sigh*
Ouch. Lesson learned!