Lisa and I went to a bar this evening. Lisa talked about her students as we drank Yuengling Lagers from tap. The bartender came over to me once I finished my beer and told me that the fellow across the bar wanted to buy me a drink. I looked across to see who this generous person could be– he was a little boy with a backwards baseball cap. I told the bartender that I didn’t want a drink but tell him ‘thanks, anyway.’ Although I had already had my one beer and I certainly didn’t want another nor did I want this little boy to spend his whole allowance on me, guilt consumed me! After we paid I walked the long way around the bar so I would pass him and his little buddy. I put my hand on his back and he whipped around. “Thanks for the drink offer,” I said, “I had to decline because you are about 10 years too young… I am quite a bit older than you.” I turned and walked away and I could hear him calling out, “How old are you?” But I ignored it and kept walking.
I think I did the right thing.