Live From The Number 6

images After getting on the train at 14th Street, I slide in next to a very tall, spiffy looking guy playing a game on his iPhone.  He even has diamonds in his ears the size of quarters.

“We’re both skinny,” I say, since it was a narrow 2-seater only the lean could comfortably occupy.

He smiles before sneezing three times in a row.  I had been to Bed Bath & Beyond buying their economy size individual Kleenex packages to keep in my handbag.  After watching this elegant man blow it (no pun intended) by using his sleeve, I open the bag to give him one.

He waves me away, probably a little embarrassed at what he did, but I say, “No come on, take one.  Look, I have a 6-pack.  Pretend it’s beer.  Now if I offered you a Tall Boy you’d take one a those, right?”

He laughs shoving it in his jacket pocket.

A kid standing in front of us suddenly starts sneezing like he was attacked by a pepper mill.  Before I could even flinch, the guy pulls out his little Kleenex special, opens it and offers one to the kid who then blows his nose like a stuffed tuba.

Kindness is a little like ink.  You spill some, and it makes a big impression on whatever it spills on.

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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25 Responses to Live From The Number 6

  1. micklively says:

    Well, as ever, I like the way you spread community-mindedness wherever you go. 😉

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    I always have one of those mini-packs in my purse, too. They’ve saved the day more than once.

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  3. Sweet story! You are a kind person. On the other hand this morning some guy cut in front of me in the Starbucks drive through and proceeded to yell at me (as if it was my fault). I let him in. He ordered enough to cater an office building so the barista at the window told him to park on the side and they would bring it out to him. I got my coffee and shot past him. Served him right. I am not near as nice as you are although I toyed with the idea of buying his coffee. After I realized the magnitude of his order, I was glad I didn’t. The guy needed something to brighten his day but it wasn’t me.

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    • You have frog issues I’m sure are worrying you, and then there’s Hazel’s weight and God knows what else. Believe me, I have my moments, like when I wanted to choke the manager of Panera who never hung the sign saying they’d be opening at 7 on Easter. I went into a rant because I was forced to go to Hot and Crusty which is not pleasant. I even complained online.

      I love that he ordered all that…I can hear your blood boil from here, hours later.

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  4. This story make me think of a time when my allergies were just horrible and I was without a tissue in my car. The floor mat was a little rough, but it served the purpose. I could have used a kind person lugging a 6 pack of klenex that day.
    The guy paying it forward right in front of you was really something …. I loved that he did it.

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  5. MJ says:

    Another of your great NYC vignettes, Susannah! “…blows his nose like a stuffed tuba” is a gem.

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  6. You nose Susannah, that was a kind thing to do. :O)

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  7. Alva Chinn says:

    Perfect paying it forward…one step at a time helping to make NYC subways germ free!!!!!

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  8. I love your tales of everyday kindness, Susannah. You’re like chicken soup for the blogger’s soul. 🙂 You have an impact not only on that one guy, but on everyone who reads this.

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  9. your kindness has touched and spilled over onto many. ❤

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