100 THINGS
This morning I went and did some photography work. That went swimmingly well. Drove back to West Seattle, picked up my dry-cleaning, parked, walked to Cupcake Royale for some coffee, crossed the street to chat with Erin and then realized I needed to get going because I had to drive home, get something to eat and catch the bus downtown to work that other job.
I returned to my car and found my passenger-side window completely shattered. I thought for a moment I had finally pissed off the wrong person and they’d taken a baseball bat to my window just to tell me about it.
A woman was on the phone standing nervously next to my car.
“Uh…that’s my car,” I said. She blinked hard at me. “What happened to my car?” I asked. She held up a finger (no, not that one) and asked me to talk to her boss. Sounded ominous.
I asked her again, before taking the phone, “What happened to my car?” She explained that she was with Seattle Parks & Rec. and that they’d been cleaning up the Christmas tree lot (a little early, I thought), that a weed eater grabbed hold of a rock and threw it directly into my passenger window.
“Wow…bullseye!” I said. “But you’re going to pay for it, right?”
She nodded yes and handed me the phone.
When I finished, she helped me put a plastic garbage sack in the door (because it was raining) and brushed out the chards of glass from the seat. I then told her I couldn’t stand around all afternoon having fun…I had to go to work.
As I drove off, she hollered after me “Thank you for not punching me!” The high pitched buzz that came from the wind tunnel created by the plastic bag cracked me up. My hooptie. I felt my street cred getting better by the second.
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Thanks for sharing that, Tracey!
I reckon the world could do with more little events like that, and people who react to them in positive ways.
— Al Oct 17, 03:36 PM #