Sick and tired of windscreen wipers
THE EDITOR, Sir:
Spurred on by a recent article by Shawna Kay Williams-Pinnock on the "beggy-beggy, waanty-waanty" culture that she has observed in Jamaica, I have to add my two cents about my personal pet peeve. The window wipers!
After a long day at work, I was waiting on the traffic lights at the intersection of Hope and Waterloo roads. Whenever I am held up at lights with windscreen wipers, a nervous energy naturally overcomes me. I have to put on a serious face to ward them off.
On this particular evening, however, such attempts were futile, and a young man sprang into action. Though I am always questioning whether I should reward them for unwanted services, I decided to scour my coin compartment and came up with about $30.
When the young man finished toiling, I stretched out the window to make my payment. To my shock and consternation, I was greeted with a flurry of expletives. The essence of his diatribe was that he was not accepting coins from someone who can obviously afford 'paper money'. He was livid, flailing his arms, and creating quite a spectacle.
That a young and able-bodied man has to choose windscreen wiping as a trade. That a young man could be so unappreciative of what is offered to him. That a young man could show such lack of respect. That he could be so boorish in his entitlement to the money that I worked hard to have in my purse.
I have since started to use a different route home that avoids windscreen wipers. It is a few minutes longer, but worth the peace of mind. I continue to hold out hope that one day I will be able to roam freely.