My truck broke down on Friday, July 17. It was 3:30 p.m. on the last day of the I-90 closure. It was 95 degrees outside and traffic was horrendous.

I had two choices: Stall right at the top of the Island Crest off ramp and hold everyone up, or coast and try to make the first driveway. I chose the latter. I made it just to the exit driveway (which is approximately the width of three automobiles) for the condo/apts at 81st Avenue S.E. I promptly called for help.

As I was on my phone, a resident with his teenage son was leaving. He held his hands up in disgust. As he pulled up next to me, I feverishly apologized and told him my truck broke down and wouldn’t run. Instead of offering assistance, or making sure I was able to get help, this poor excuse for a human being rudely informed me that I was in a private driveway and to read the sign.

To that individual, I say this; we wonder why our youth is so disrespectful. What kind of example were you just setting for your young teenage son? By the way, thank you for your concern, I so appreciate it.

This is one in many incidents which I encounter on a daily basis as I try to make my way through the streets of the Island.

To you I also say, thank you for your lovely manners.

A longtime Island employee

Kathi Sliger