Not many are grateful for what they receive. They always want more, in one form or another. Special service. To feel more spectacular, than the rest. Picked. Chosen. Better than. If you present that, they want this – if you present this, they want that. More of this, less of that, with, and none of. Getting everything they want, and when there is something they can’t have, it stops them in their tracks. Tantrums of this must be it. Or mostly a beheading of actual sense. Wrapped in plastic, for contained freshness. Loosing ones head amongst many men; bartering her flesh, early market morning.
Why is it that we think we know what is best for someone without first asking them?