it's the small things....

I'm at the Gallery Espresso preparing to write the narration for my documentary about the social worker, Jenny. I decided to drive because I felt kind of under the weather this morning but I couldn't find parking so I parked at O-house, a little bit of a walk from the coffee house. So I walk over and start to order my typical bagel and late when I realize that I left my wallet in the car. I holr to the barista to stop because I can't pay for it because my cash is in my car. She says "ummm ok" and as I'm turning around to walk to my car and figure out what to do, the man in line (40-something) says "Hey, I got it, what did you want?"

I nixed the bagel and just got the late. How cool is that? A random stranger totally paid for my breakfast! Now I'm sitting at Gallery listening to Frank Sinatra play softly over the speakers "We'll meet again... don't know where..... don't know whennnnn" looking at the beautiful late that I'm about to drink while I work on the narration for my film about Jenny. How relaxing and refreshing to know that SOMEONE in this sad small city has my back.



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Thanks, man!