What Goes Around Comes Around
A few years ago, my infant son couldn’t sleep, so we walked out to my local supermarket to get some basics and blow off steam. I look terrible: Sleep deprived, grumpy, disheveled and bedraggled. Yes, just like any other new parent. My son was in a sling on my belly.
I don’t remember what I was purchasing, but as I was checking out, the woman behind me stepped forward and said: “Please let me pay for this. I’ve always wanted to help out like this.”
Now, I was actually pretty well off, despite my appearance — but she wanted this, and I didn’t have very much to buy so I graciously thanked her and walked out, both of us smiling. Was a beautiful night, my son was finally asleep so I just loitered and eventually noticed someone trying in vain to start a car.
Yep — it was the lovely young woman who “helped” me out. 🙂 I’m a decent mechanic, happened to be toting a multi-tool around with me, and it was a fast and easy thing to get her running. Felt awesome.