Kindness, let’s face it, has been globally down a quart, every man for himself, the world’s new motto.
Nowadays when you hold a door, ask how someone is or even say thank you, you’re looked upon as a freak.
But not this morning.
I’m in my local grocery store.
It’s Veteran’s Day, many people are off, so at noon, it’s unusually crowded.
I’m in line with a sushi roll while three workmen are behind me waiting to pay for their overpriced lunch. It’s the Upper East Side remember, where you expect meatloaf to come with a diploma.
These men are big and burly, quiet and patient, but I see one of them looking at his watch.
“How long is your lunch hour?” I ask him.
“This took so long that we only have 20 minutes left, but it’s okay,” he says, without complaint.
I notice it was all hot food too, or now at best, warm, so I say, “Please, go ahead of me.”
They all, in unison, shake their heads no, but I insist by saying, “I have nowhere to be, and my sushi can’t get any colder.”
Laughing, my joke breaking the ice, one by one, they meekly go in front of me paying for their pasta and Cokes, but before they’re out the door, all three with big smiles, turn around to thank me.
The woman behind me says, “You know, you annoyed me at first, letting them all go, but after seeing how happy they were, I’m over it.”
I smile at her, managing not to say anything snarky about her lavish fur coat, and the way she spoke so sharply to Yasmin, the cashier, and think…
kindness, that just made a sudden cameo, who knows, might actually be making a comeback.
One can only hope.
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