Redemption
At my old job, my friends would call me a misanthrope. It's not that I hate all people, it's more of I hate people with not a lick of common sense. Things like people dropping dvd returns (I worked in a video store) in the mailbox on the corner and then coming in expecting me to take care of their stupidity by contacting the post office for them or to keep my eye out for the mailman when he picks the mail up....hello! I am at work, I can't hang out on the corner all day to rectify your drama. My mama raised me with manners & common sense, and I see so very little of that in this day and age that I get rather irked.
Well, today proved me wrong a couple times. A few weeks ago, a teenager came into the comic shop and bought some stuff but he was a dollar short. I said to him that it's okay, just that next time he's in to just give us an extra dollar. It's been weeks now, and to tell the truth, I had forgotten all about it. He seemed like a nice kid (just very unkempt) and I never thought about it again. Today, I went out front to have a smoke and these 2 guys walk up to me, and I thought they looked familiar but couldn't place the faces. One of them tells me that he's really sorry, that he knows it's been several weeks but that I was kind enough to sell him something if he would pay the dollar later. He apologized profusely and handed me $2!!!!!!! I thanked him very much and said it was no problem, and thanx some more.
I used to be one of the most trusting people in the free world, until I got used a few too many times. But every once in a while nowadays, I kind of let my guard down and give somebody a chance. Maybe there is still hope for this world with the next generation, I am just so pleasantly surprised.
Next, I went to check the store's mailbox today, and there was a hand addressed envelope addressed to me. I was sort of like, hmmmmmm. I puled it out and saw the return address. It was from one of my bestest friends that moved to L.A. with his wife a few years ago. We try and keep in touch, but with his busy life and my hectic life, we don't connect very often. In fact, I still have him and his wife's x-mas box and card to send out. The gifts are all wrapped up and in the box, I just need to write in the card and address it and haul it to the post office. But I haven't done it yet. The envelope I received had my x-mas card from them. They screwed up my address on the envelope so it was returned to them and it took him a few months to get it re-mailed with the right address on it.
It reminds me that I used to have some fantastic friends that were always there for me (and me for them) but anymore, I have Rich and our four legged children and James. That's usually enough, but every once in a while I think maybe it would be nice to let someone else in on my life. I'm just a smidge less jaded now than I was when I woke up this morning.
Well, today proved me wrong a couple times. A few weeks ago, a teenager came into the comic shop and bought some stuff but he was a dollar short. I said to him that it's okay, just that next time he's in to just give us an extra dollar. It's been weeks now, and to tell the truth, I had forgotten all about it. He seemed like a nice kid (just very unkempt) and I never thought about it again. Today, I went out front to have a smoke and these 2 guys walk up to me, and I thought they looked familiar but couldn't place the faces. One of them tells me that he's really sorry, that he knows it's been several weeks but that I was kind enough to sell him something if he would pay the dollar later. He apologized profusely and handed me $2!!!!!!! I thanked him very much and said it was no problem, and thanx some more.
I used to be one of the most trusting people in the free world, until I got used a few too many times. But every once in a while nowadays, I kind of let my guard down and give somebody a chance. Maybe there is still hope for this world with the next generation, I am just so pleasantly surprised.
Next, I went to check the store's mailbox today, and there was a hand addressed envelope addressed to me. I was sort of like, hmmmmmm. I puled it out and saw the return address. It was from one of my bestest friends that moved to L.A. with his wife a few years ago. We try and keep in touch, but with his busy life and my hectic life, we don't connect very often. In fact, I still have him and his wife's x-mas box and card to send out. The gifts are all wrapped up and in the box, I just need to write in the card and address it and haul it to the post office. But I haven't done it yet. The envelope I received had my x-mas card from them. They screwed up my address on the envelope so it was returned to them and it took him a few months to get it re-mailed with the right address on it.
It reminds me that I used to have some fantastic friends that were always there for me (and me for them) but anymore, I have Rich and our four legged children and James. That's usually enough, but every once in a while I think maybe it would be nice to let someone else in on my life. I'm just a smidge less jaded now than I was when I woke up this morning.