PERSONAL DIMENSIONS OF PRIDE
My neighbor limped over to visit one morning, and when we asked how she had hurt herself, she said she had slipped at the supermarket. She added, “The store manager was very nice, he even offered to do the rest of my shopping for me while I rested. But I had to refuse.” My wife asked, “Why didn’t you just give him your shopping list and let him finish for you?” She looked up shocked, and replied, “What? And have him see how I spell spaghetti?” Reader’s Digest
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