purchased Dad a cup of tea.
When I returned, he was holding those silver wings again.
Across the waiting area sat the businessman.
He was discussing an important presentation, complaining that any delay might cost his company a major account.
Apparently, nobody else could handle his work properly.
I sat beside Dad, furious.
“How can someone behave like that and still think he’s important?”
Dad took a sip of tea.
“Maybe he’s dealing with something difficult.”
“That’s no excuse.”
“No, it isn’t,” Dad agreed. “But being angry won’t undo what
