So, i go to the gym, do my routine, then head down to Union Square to check out the little market they always have there. I get some banana bread (no nuts) (the banana bread, not me),
and I mosey on down the way, check out the dog park, and then take a seat on the steps to relax a little while, the sun was shining, and its always nice to ease into the backdrop and watch the fellow humans pass by on there way to there immediate point B's. So i'm chillin there, and There are vendors pretty much everywhere, and I happen to notice an older fellow tending to his loot he had made that day at his little setup, and he dropped some money, and the wind swiftly took hold of it, making him dance to retrieve it all before it exited the imaginary boundaries of comfortability. Well, he missed a dollar, and it sat there helpless among all the people on the ground a few feet behind him. So I, being the good natured fellow I am, get up and frogger my way through the people to the hapless dollar, and give it back to the man. His back was to me, and when he noticed my hand and the dollar he was shocked, and the height of his eyebrows showed his appreciation. I walked away, heading toward the subway when i feel a tap on my golden brown shoulder, "here ya go, get yourself a soda!". It was the dollar! I gave a "shucks" like gesture, and smiled replied my thanks. Its one of those moments where its not about the dollar. The dollar becomes simply a gesture of kindness.thats all for now... I'm watching "To Catch A Predator", its a marathon tonight on MSNBC!
All hail Chris Hanson!!
Gee whiz robert graber.... :(
"What are you doing here?"
That's pretty sweet... It's good to know that there are still good people in the world.
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