The other day, a friend emailed me to point out that saying hello to my bus driver doesn’t qualify as a good deed. That in a civilized society, greeting each other should be part of everyone’s day.
My friend grew up in a warm, friendly small town. I, however, grew up in a suburb of Toronto, where talking to a stranger gets you a funny look … and a report to Neighbourhood Watch.
I tried to explain to my friend that I will probably never feel comfortable approaching a total stranger, so even making eye contact and smiling is a huge deal for me. It is getting a little easier but “Howdy, Neighbour!” or a hearty high-five is totally out of the question.
What I did do today was leave some coins in one of those kiddie rides at the shopping mall so there’ll be a free ride for the next kid … or really short grown-up … who comes along.
I came across this great story today and wanted to share it with you….
Random Acts of Niceness
Last week I was rushing to the airport in Long Beach to return the rental car and run to the gate in time to get on my flight. Now I’m someone who is always at least 17 hours early for everything (apparently including a career in the show business) but be that as it may, I got there with a short half hour to spare before boarding the plane.
I was sweaty (for all the wrong reasons) and just had time to go to the restroom, think of Larry Craig and not tap my foot before they started the boarding process.
I was one of the first people on the plane. Soon after I got seated, I saw this woman in her sixties (at least) shlepping down the aisle with a carry on roller bag that was nominated for “most unlikely to fit in an overhead bin.”
As she approached, I automatically stood up and asked if I could put her bag up for her. A bit dumbfounded, she stared at me and nodded and after wrestling a bit I managed to get her bag in the bin. She moved into her row (which ended up being across from me) and she seemed unsure of herself. (Almost like a dog that has to circle several times before laying down).
Finally, she looked over at me and said, “I can’t thank you enough for getting that bag up for me. I just don’t expect people to do things like that. I’m in such a happy mood now I don’t know what to do with myself!”
She finally settled in and we took off. I won’t lie, I put my headset on and watched some Direct TV on the seat back in front of me because: A) they were showing reruns of Project Runway ;and B) I had had a not so great day myself and really didn’t want to deal with a chatty Cathy all the way to Vegas.
After landing in Vegas I took her bag down for her and she told me that it was one of the nicest things anyone had done for her in a long time. Really? I thought. But then again, I can’t remember the last time someone held a door for me (or my hair when I was throwing up).
P.S. Great song from Melody Gardot. Enjoy!