Last Sunday I got up early because my poor wife had basically worked through the night to get a project she’s working on, finished and finalised.
I wanted to get her a decent breakie as she had another long day ahead of her, so I left the World’s smallest serviced apartment we’re currently staying in and went looking for a café to get her a coffee and some croissants.
After a bit of a walk, the only place I could find was Starbucks, but as it was 6:35am, it wasn’t open for another 25 mins.
My initial reaction was to sigh in frustration until I realised I was being a little prince.
When I was growing up, no retailer was open at that time.
Hell, when I was growing up, no major shops were open on a Sunday full stop and those that were – mainly newsagents and the odd supermarket – closed by 12pm.
Sure there were the pubs and the motorway service station, but they weren’t exactly the places to go to get a convenient take-away coffee which brings me to my point …
We’re spoilt.
We’ve become such a society of instant gratification that we ignore the impact it has on other people as long as our personal needs and wants are met.
We’re don’t want to wait.
We’re don’t want to compromise.
We’re don’t want to accept how fortunate we are.
So next time we moan about the service we receive, let’s stop for a second and ask ourselves if it’s it really something worth complaining about, or simply our inner prince and princesses coming out to play.