Beautiful people, all having a good day
OCT. 20, what a great day this was going to be! My son would be arriving from Sydney, Australia, later that day for a visit with his old man (age 88).
To celebrate, I arose early and washed the kitchen floor. (Me and my dog live alone, and it sometimes gets a bit messy.)
Not to change my usual Saturday morning routine, I walked the six or so blocks to Portage Avenue and caught the No. 11 bus to Polo Park. I entered the mall at the Ness entrance, waved to the (beautiful) barbers at Manhattan. A short walk in the mall, then I purchased the Free Press and headed to Second Cup for some java.
Here’s where the action began. While fum- bling for my change (I’m an exact fare transit retiree), a dime slipped out of my hands. Not an ordinary dime, this one landed on its edge and took off toward the elevators.
I should have mentioned that just before the errant dime took off, I noticed a young woman greet a dear friend. I assumed a sister and brother reunion for coffee.
This young lady seemed just as amazed as I was at this crazy dime heading for the elevators.
“Coffee money,” she said and retrieved the dime. I headed for the java counter.
The clerk took my order, a small mediumroast java, and asked if I wanted anything else... Well yes, I said I’d like a piece of carrot cake but not today.
I went to pick up the java, and there it was: a piece of carrot cake. “All paid for,” said the clerk. “How come? Who paid?” “The lady ahead of you.” I quickly thanked her and asked why. No answer.
“I know,” I said, “you’re having a good day.” That’s it.
Like me, meeting my son later after several years absence. She also was having a good day. People are beautiful.