Today at the Tim Hortons drive-thru, the cashier practically THREW my coffee out the window. She said, "The lady ahead of you paid for your order." This was not
random. Indeed, as if it were the most insane act she'd ever been party to, the cashier threw up her hands. "She said to tell you thanks from a Parkdale parent--whatever that means!"
That was very nice indeed, and just reinforces what I've said before about feeling like a valued member of a community. Yep, that's how much social cachet I have banked in this town. One in a thousand visits to the drive-thru, I can get spotted by a student's mom and have my two-dollar drink taken care of. But I'm amazed that this parent, whoever it was, could pick me out in her rearview mirror, through my windshield glare, with my shades on. If I see somebody from school out in the wide world, I require an uncomfortably long time to study their face to confirm it's really who I think it is. If I tried to pay for someone's order, I would probably end up making a fool of myself before a total stranger. "Tell them it's on the Duffman, and be sure to give them a big wink."
I thought there was more to this story, but now that I write it down, I see that there isn't. Goodbye.