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perfect strangers

"You come here often Miss?" A silver haired gentleman asks me as I turn out of the cracker aisle in the grocery store.

"Not really" I admit.

"Well, I am just looking for some popcorn"

"Popcorn?" I ask

"Yes, popcorn - the kind you put in the microwave. Doggonit - I am craving that popcorn."

"Sorry" I shrug and walk away.

A couple of minutes later I spot Orville Redenbacher box of microwave popcorn. I pick one up and rush around to the other aisle where I see the same gentleman standing there grinning as he has the same box in his hand.

"Oh, you already found one" I say

He sees the box in my hand and says "You are so sweet - give me the one that you have, I will take that one."

So I handed him that box, he thanks me and I walk away with a stupid grin on my face.

Comments

Rosaria Williams said…
Perfect strangers; what a beautiful gesture.
September 30, 2009 at 4:38 PM
Delwyn said…
Hi Pinks D

a lovely simple act of spontaneous kindness,sweet girl...

Happy days
September 30, 2009 at 5:17 PM
ArtPropelled said…
An act of kindness can keep you smiling all day....whether you are giving or receiving.
October 1, 2009 at 5:09 AM
Anonymous said…
i am sure your gesture would make him smile everytime he eats that packet and turn around that corner.

kind gestures never leave memory.
October 1, 2009 at 10:37 AM
pink dogwood said…
thanks all - it is such a small thing and these things happen to us all the time. I just wanted to write it down so that I can remember this 'feel good' moment :)
October 1, 2009 at 11:16 AM
bindu said…
That's a sweet moment!
October 5, 2009 at 8:45 AM
Unknown said…
What a charming story. I am stopping by for a visit and I am enjoying it immensely! (I came here via the Plum Tree)
-Karine
October 13, 2009 at 9:35 AM
Meghana said…
you know when I read even just the title, I knew you could continue writing on that subject. You could even write a whole novel if you know what I mean :D
October 21, 2009 at 6:40 PM
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