In the medieval period kings appointed knights, these knights pledged to follow the Code of Chivalry. I am lady Stephine of Blanchard; I have chosen a vow of courtesy for one week. Courtesy is one of the virtues of the knight's Code of Chivalry.
             I have a sinecure part time job working at a local coffee shop. On Saturday one of my regular customers came in with a gravitas look of depression and dejection. I asked what the problem was and asked if I could help; trying to alleviate his problems, but the customer wouldn't reveal any details making me feel like I had only agitated the problem. He just said he felt like crawling into bed, pulling the sheets up over his head and staying there for a few years. I knew exactly how he felt.
             Before he left, I handed him a bag along with his coffee. He looked at me ambiguously because he hadn't ordered anything but coffee. He opened the bag and saw I had given him his favorite type of doughnut. "It's on me," I told him prodigally. "Have a nice day." My kind deed was becoming perceptible as he smiled and thanked me before turning and heading out the door.
             As the days passed I had plenty of complaining customers, but anytime I felt depressed or frustrated, I thought back to the man from that day and how consequential kindness made his bad day so much brighter and its leavening brightens my day too.
             Wednesday I had to stop by Winn-Dixie on my way home to pick up a gallon of milk for my mom. As I was leaving the store I noticed a tenuous elderly woman attempting to push her shopping cart across the parking lot. The jovial woman was having immense trouble completing her task, so I sat my bag to the side and helped the lady and her shopping cart to the car. I would have been successful at completing my vow of courtesy by helping the lady except for the dissension when we reached the car, sitting in the drivers seat was a procrustean young woman ...