Monday, July 17, 2017

The Scent of Privilege

The RE has reverted to type, and is, once again, only Sometimes Resident.
The house is tidier, and emptier.
I even watch TV, sometimes.
And I do go out and meet people.

Since we moved here, we have not employed a regular, full-time driver. The RE drives us most places, and if required we have an agency who provides drivers for the day, as required. We have been using this facility since we came here, and are familiar with several of these young men.

I had to go out for a family function yesterday, and young M came to drive our car.
When I sat in the car, he asked me if I'd be offended if he asked me something.
I told him to ask away.

He asked me if I could give him the wrapper of the scent I had used, so that he would know what to buy.

I happened to be using Kenzo's Electric Wave, a gift from my younger daughter.

I told him that it was a gift, that my daughter had bought it while living abroad, and that it wouldn't be available here. I didn't want to say that it would also be much too expensive for him.

It was heartbreaking, the privileges which we so unthinkingly take for granted.




5 comments:

Shail Mohan said...

Yes, it is heartbreaking :(

bird's eye view said...

:(

Hip Grandma said...

True. We never seem to realise that what we take for granted is a luxury for many others.

Sue said...

The older I get the worse the realisations hit, somehow.

Abha Jain said...

I'm so acutely aware of our privileges these days. There is so much to be thankful for. And to be heartbroken for.