“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.