Earlier today, YoungestGirl and I were shopping at
Aldi Waitrose when I heard a lady in a wheelchair ask a member of staff if they had any fresh lobster. The member of staff could not have cared less, suggested they might be in tomorrow and told her they definitely didn’t have them.
Two minutes later, I spot a whole shelf of dressed lobster, lobster tails, lobster parfait – an entire smorgasbord of lobster. Seeing the lady again later in a different aisle, I said to her, “Excuse me? Were you looking for lobster? I saw lots of it over there; here let me show you.” I took her to where the lobster was, and helped her get four whole lobsters (four!) from the shelf.
She was very grateful. “Oh, you have done your Christmas good deed for this year. Thank you so much. That man who works here told me the wrong information. What do you expect from foreigners though? There’s too many of them, that’s what I think.” (NB, we live in Buckinghamshire where there is nary an accent that isn’t Home Counties to be heard.)
So I cannot decide if I have done a good deed (helped a disabled lady get the food she wanted) or a bad deed (reinforced her racist stereotype of lazy, feckless foreigners). It’s like that time I gave a seat on the tube to a pregnant lady who was standing, holding onto the rail and she used her newly-free hands to read the Daily Mail.
What do you think? Does this count as a good deed, or is its net value a negative? Do I have to do another good deed this Christmas? I feel I might be too shellfish. Sorry.