Last month I got myself into an unpleasant situation: there’s a parking lot in front of my office building that’s closer to where I usually park, but it requires a pass to get in and out. Once in a while though, the gate is open in the morning, and so I sometimes sneak in there. With my usual luck, however, that one day when I left the gate was closed, and I couldn’t get out. While I hate doing things like that, I had to approach another car that was about to leave and beg for the driver’s pass. She did lend it to me, but it was so obvious she REALLY didn’t want to. I was really polite and explained the situation and thanked her profusely, but she only did it because I kinda cornered her.
This weekend M had a little surprise for me: he took us to
Twice on Sunday, we witnessed random acts of kindness towards us from people who really didn’t have to bother. When we wanted to pay for the ferry ride, the man didn’t accept credit cards and we didn’t have any
Then, we stopped at a gas station in
I was still reflecting on all this gratuitous niceness this morning when I ran into that woman from the office parking lot. I was going to smile at her sheepishly and maybe tell her again how grateful I was that she helped me that day, but she didn’t give me a chance. As soon as she saw me, her face became all awkward and she bolted, in order to make sure I wouldn’t try talking to her. She practically jumped into the elevator and probably pressed that button freakishly until phew, it became clear that I wouldn’t try to catch her, she was safe.
Geez, thanks lady. I always take the stairs by the way.