Well, we do spend lots of time on manners, when all the stars are aligned, I think to soften the blow of harsh public perception. Regardless, today I was glad we did.
I had to bring Jake to work with me today since school is still out. So as we enter the WEG home office, the smell of a scrumptious breakfast and sounds of a sizzling skillet envelop both of us, but totally debilitate Jake. I watched him literally go weak in the knees.
I had promised Jake we would stop and get some food on the way home, but this temptation was just too much for his sensitive nose, eyes and STOMACH.
He asked the young man there if he "was cooking the eggs for you?" (meaning Jake)
He smiled and giggled a nervous laugh and said no... I was slightly embarrassed at Jake's presumption, but just laughed it off. This was the our first time meeting this 20-something, very nice man and I'm not too sure he was keen to Jake's super powers.
A few minutes later, Jake came into the office and asked me if he could ask his new-found friend again for some of his eggs. I said "no you cannot eat his breakfast, unless he offers to make you some. Don't ask him, it's not polite."
Feeling still very tempted and amazingly, suddenly ravenous, he left the office again looking defeated. Head down, he slinked into the kitchen and continued staring laser beams through that sizzling frying pan of eggs.
Moments later, I was rounding the corner to head downstairs for some filing and I hear Jake asking my boss' son with a sheepish sideways grin,
"Will you just offer me to have some of your eggs?"
Busted! I reminded him that was not polite.
We all laughed and Jake left the house still starving and egg-less.
Manners matter even when they don't reach the desired outcome. Life lessons last, especially when they have to do with food!