checking out of our hotel this morning, i was running behind as usual. had to fill my coffee up some more for the hour trip to INDY.
a woman about my age was filling up too. she asked how i was doing this morning. i said so far so good. how about her? well, it’s early but (little laugh) going well so far. i put a pump of hazelnut sugary badness in my coffee, threw a lid on and wished her a good rest of the day and left.
small interactions happen like that all the time, right? stupid for me to write about. WRONG. they don’t happen that much anymore. are you a talker to strangers? or can you go through your entire day without interacting with anyone? why did this small nicety chit chat at the hampton inn coffee counter capture my attention?
because we don’t do it. ok. i don’t know about you. but i don’t. i’m going to pay more attention to talking to strangers – more specifically, being nice to strangers. why not?
last night when we were checking in to the hotel there was this HUGE storm. it had tornados and it was real dark. i was scared to death because i have always been terrified of storms since i was little. grow up. anyway, we couldn’t check in because there was a woman trying hard to get a hotel room for her family. she was all in black, in tight shorts and a tank top with a chain securing her wallet to her belt. Her husband was wearing all black too, heavily pierced and spikes and was playing with their kids. she was holding up the line. the storm was coming. i needed a sip of wine to keep my nerves in balance. ROF and i were making comments about the family to each other once in our room but it made me think. i said “what if they couldn’t get a room this late on a holiday weekend because someone in their family died and they were in town dealing with that?” ROF agreed and our comments ceased.
you never know when you can be an angel to someone just by saying some kind words. i’m going to try!