It was just a little sticker on a glass door of a restaurant. The sticker displayed a view that is the antithesis of mine. It bothered me. I found myself thinking about it instead of enjoying my meal.
It was on the front door, not my table. I bet a lot of people miss it when they enter. You would think I could just eat and forget about it.
I thought about the owner who put that sticker on the door. How could he think that way? I’m not saying he shouldn’t be allowed to display the sticker. Of course he is entitled to his view. I wouldn’t even consider debating him on the issue. He isn’t a friend, or even an acquaintance. Everyday I live, work, and play with people who don’t have my views. A close friend has been on the wrong side of the Second Amendment debate since we first met almost 25 years ago. I enjoy my conversations with friends who challenge my views. It helps keep me sharp.
The sticker represented something different. This isn’t friendship, or a casual discussion at a club. This is a business advertising a position I find wrong. Should I support an establishment who is publicly for an issue I am so very strongly against?
This is my hard-earned money, and not a small amount. In 2008 alone, I bet I have eaten there 200 times. I thought how I was giving my money to someone who felt it was OK to do something I am against.
Effectively, I was supporting the issue with my money.
So, today was my last time eating there. As I left I didn’t intend to even mention it, but an employee mentioned she’d see me tomorrow. I told her it was my last time. Of course, she asked why. I tried to explain. But I don’t think I did it well. She didn’t see how a sticker on a glass door would keep me away.
I hope it makes sense now.