A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY HOME THE OTHER NIGHT.
You know, it's easy for a journal to just become a repository of entries about stuff that gets me pissed off . . . but every once in a while, something nice happens, too.
And I thought I'd post about that.
I was waiting at the bus stop Tuesday night, as one does, nodding to a few of the women I recognized from my usual commute. The bus stop is in front of a Walgreen's, and the store is usually preparing to close right around the time that I'm waiting. Tuesday was no exception, and as usual, someone came out to empty the big trashcan that sits in front of the store. The girl was struggling to double-bag the garbage, and I didn't give it much thought before I hopped over and helped out. You know, sometimes it's so much easier when one person holds the empty bag and the other person wrestles with the full and bulky bag. No big deal.
The bus, when it came, was packed to the gills, although several people were sitting in the window seats and stacking the aisle seats with tote bags and stuff. Yeah, I get it, I don't like sharing seats either. It still kind of sucks to be the person looking for a seat when everybody's stuff is in the way. Anyway, we all piled in, doubling up in seats even all the way in the back.
Of course, everyone on the aisle seats had their eyes peeled, ready to jump as soon as a double seat opened up, when one of the people using a spare seat for luggage would depart. The guy right in front of me was on his cell phone, and I heard him say that since nobody could meet him, he'd get a different bus instead. So I was ready and waiting to lunge out of my seat and climb into his empty double as he got up . . . except the woman across the aisle and one seat up was getting ready as well.
We eyed each other for a moment, and I was about to suggest that we flip a coin for it when she said, "No . . . you go ahead. I saw you helping that girl at Walgreen's with the trash-- you deserve that seat."
And I was really surprised. Just kind of blinked and said, "Are you *sure*?"
She nodded and smiled and repeated, "Yeah. You did something nice for someone else, and now I can do something nice for you."
So I thanked her and changed seats.
It seems so trivial, but people are so routinely nasty anymore that it came as a real shock.
I hope someone did something nice for her that evening. Kind of like a "pay it forward" sort of thing. It's gotta start somewhere; might as well be here.
And now I feel all warm and fuzzy, remembering. *big grin*
And
And I thought I'd post about that.
I was waiting at the bus stop Tuesday night, as one does, nodding to a few of the women I recognized from my usual commute. The bus stop is in front of a Walgreen's, and the store is usually preparing to close right around the time that I'm waiting. Tuesday was no exception, and as usual, someone came out to empty the big trashcan that sits in front of the store. The girl was struggling to double-bag the garbage, and I didn't give it much thought before I hopped over and helped out. You know, sometimes it's so much easier when one person holds the empty bag and the other person wrestles with the full and bulky bag. No big deal.
The bus, when it came, was packed to the gills, although several people were sitting in the window seats and stacking the aisle seats with tote bags and stuff. Yeah, I get it, I don't like sharing seats either. It still kind of sucks to be the person looking for a seat when everybody's stuff is in the way. Anyway, we all piled in, doubling up in seats even all the way in the back.
Of course, everyone on the aisle seats had their eyes peeled, ready to jump as soon as a double seat opened up, when one of the people using a spare seat for luggage would depart. The guy right in front of me was on his cell phone, and I heard him say that since nobody could meet him, he'd get a different bus instead. So I was ready and waiting to lunge out of my seat and climb into his empty double as he got up . . . except the woman across the aisle and one seat up was getting ready as well.
We eyed each other for a moment, and I was about to suggest that we flip a coin for it when she said, "No . . . you go ahead. I saw you helping that girl at Walgreen's with the trash-- you deserve that seat."
And I was really surprised. Just kind of blinked and said, "Are you *sure*?"
She nodded and smiled and repeated, "Yeah. You did something nice for someone else, and now I can do something nice for you."
So I thanked her and changed seats.
It seems so trivial, but people are so routinely nasty anymore that it came as a real shock.
I hope someone did something nice for her that evening. Kind of like a "pay it forward" sort of thing. It's gotta start somewhere; might as well be here.
And now I feel all warm and fuzzy, remembering. *big grin*
And