Yesterday was a long and not terribly pleasant day. A contract that should have gotten ratified didn't, and I worked until pretty late showing property.
So after I dropped of my buyers, I dragged myself to the Georgetown Whole Foods to try to find something I could eat on the Skinny Bitch Diet that needed absolutely no cooking. Then I got in the longest, slowest line and paid for my groceries, and got onto the elevator with a quite handsome fellow with a bag of groceries in one hand and a bag of dog food in the other.
"Oh, rats!" I muttered. "I forgot to get dog food!" Yes, Mr. Willie the labradoodle loves their house brand and we're running low.
Now, I must have looked totally whipped, because on the elevator ride down, this man tried to give my his bag of dog food. He explained that he was trying to do his own "Play It Forward" thing, doing some nice small thing for someone each day. And he hadn't done anything nice for anyone yet that day. I might be his last chance! Please! Accept this dog food!
And I couldn't do it!
It got me to thinking how easy it is for us to give, and how hard it is for us to accept a kindness. He did, however, give me a wonderful gift that I will accept. That is his example.
Oh, and there was enough at home to last a couple of days. Willie is not in danger of starvation.