Normally . . Or Yellow Alligator Shoes

I don't advocate being nice, and I actually hate the shit out of Spongebob, BUT . . .



Just about two years ago, my sister found out she had to have another surgery right after the holidays, so between Christmas and New Years', my mom and I drove there to go to a Dr. appointment with her about it. We went back home, and a day or two later, I drove back in a storm to take her for her surgery.

Leaving out the whining details, the hospital and every last staff person (until I ran into a knitter near the end of the day) was absolutely horrible. I saw them treat others very poorly also and on only a few hours sleep, I was a bit of a wreck myself. (don't worry the point of this story is coming)

I went into a cafe inside the hospital and there was this man, who worked there, and was laughing and showing off these really chartreusey yellow alligator loafers with tassels to a lady that was a cashier. He had on a matching vest and he looked pretty dapper. After I got my food and paid, that man noticed that I was juggling my stuff around and a tray and he helped me get a table and asked me if i would like help getting condiments and things. I promptly burst into tears. I was so grateful that somebody had been nice to me, that it just happened. It's not particularly normal for me to do anything like that at all.

I think of that man a lot, but especially this time of year. It taught me that you can't always tell by looking at somebody if they're having one of the worst days of their lives, and one small thing you do for them just to be nice might make that day not suck donkey ass. And even though I really am a bitch, and I don't have a lot of patience for people and their bullshit, i do try to do something nice now and then. I often look at people and wonder if this is their worst day ever. (I don't think that really WAS my worst day, but you get the point.) Even on that day, i would never have guessed that two years later I would feel like that man changed my attitude a little bit and remember him and I bet he never thought of me again.

Kind of awesome really.

I've been spinning too, photos soon maybe - oh and I'm on the LAST SLEEVE of the poodle sweater and going to block the fronts and back today! WOO HOO!

Oh and we bought a bigger bread maker so I could keep up with the snarfing of the homemade bread around here!