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Jett Superior laid this on you on || November 16, 2002 || 7:42 pm

I was gonna tell you guys a good story, something that happened in front of my kids’ middle school as I was checking Sam and Scout out for a doctor’s appointment yesterday afternoon. It involved a woman in a gold mini-van and her getting in my car, without the mighty Superior consent, and me with neck tendons bulging as I scream-whispered at her (yep, still no voice to be found…it’s in the Bahamas somewhere, cavorting near naked and wallowing in tequila, I suppose…) because I know how fond you people are of my littleFalling Downmoments.

But I can’t do it. I simply cannot, not today.

You see, last week I tossed the idea of a ‘kindness day’ about in mine cranium. A ‘kindness day’ would consist of me going about, smiling at everyone I saw, going out of my way to do little favors for the rest of humanity. I make it a point to help people where I can on a daily basis, because that’s the way momma raised me and because lovely karma pays back in spades. And sometimes, just sometimes, you get the air that you absolutely made someone’s day. That is ohsocool.

Today kismet is with me. The great engine of Cosmos Fuckingtm has settled down into a soothing hum in the background. Things simply clicked, starting with my planting my feet on the bedroom carpet and scooching them around in the half-dark, searching for the Magic Fuzzy Slippers.

“Good morning,” I whisper-croaked at my young jammy-clad, cartoon-watching wee ones as I kissed their warm, cinnamony-smelling heads. “I’ll have biscuits and eggs ready in twenty.”

“No need, mommy,” said Scout, “I already fixed breakfast for me and the boys; I made eggs and cinnamon toast.” It was strange, I felt like I had been complimented: “Great shoes!” or “My, your eyes are beautiful.” or “Girl, you throw a kick-ass party!” I kissed her extra, smoochsmoochsmooch all over her chubby bisque cheeks, which she strains against, but smiles widely in spite of herself. As I dole out allowance, I give her an extra dollar. “You are rad, and greatly appreciated in my universe, kid.” I whisper in her ear.

Kindness Day was off and running.

At the post office I encountered the usual Saturday line with all the usual motley, hating-being-in-that-line crowd. As I took my place, ninth back, I noticed a stocky middle-aged man repeatedly shoving the same handful of change into the stamp machine. The stamp machine apparently is no fan of the Saturday post office, either, and didn’t appear to cooperate beyond spitting the man’s change back at him.

“Pffft,” the man said, “Doan wanna stand it that line for one little ole stamp.” I dug around in my wallet for the half-sheet of stamps I had.

“How many you need?” I asked him, and he, suddenly red-faced, gifted me with a sheepish grin. “One,” he said as he gave the letter a little wave. I peeled off a stamp from the backing and offered it to him on an outstretched index finger, whereupon he tried to give me two quarters. I said no, he said yes, we did the little dance a couple times before I gently lay my hand across his farm-roughened one containing the change.

“My mother always says to not deprive a giver of gifting you with something,” and his pretty blue eyes softened beneath the John Deere cap. He must’ve thanked me five times between the mail slot and the door. Just a stamp, mister. Glad to help you. I really am.

The woman in front of me needed two stamps, and I forked them over, made her put her money away as well, and said, “I hope you have a great Saturday, sweetie!” She assured me that she would, as I was saving her fifteen minutes that she could really, really use.

All day has been like this, little gestures, kind words, smiling in traffic where I would usually shout and make ugly faces and SLAM. MY. PALMS. ON. STEERINGWHEEEEL. Big, spontaneous smiles all around, for everybody! You need a smile, mister? How ’bout you, ma’am? I got one for ya, right here. It’s free! I require nothing as recompense. I just hope I made your day a little better.

I know mine was wonderful.

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  1. dave 11.17.2002

    you DO know that you’re psychotic, right?

     
  2. Jett 11.17.2002

    Do not poke the rabid tiger, David.

    Do NOT!

     
  3. Jett 11.17.2002

    And, for the record, YES, I’m pretty clear on that one.

     
  4. The Fancy Llama 11.18.2002

    Psychotic..? Ok yeah. But still, you are definately BY FAR the coolest person I have ever met during my existence on the planet. Yes, my dear, you are rad. I might even go as far as saying “You are the bee’s knees.”

    Everyday is worth it because there are people out there in the world that are like Jett Superior.

     
  5. ruminator 11.19.2002

    Hmmph… I wandered over her because one of my regular reads said I should… and I wasn’t disappointed. Nope, not a bit. It’s a great tale you told and I’m glad to have read it. If you don’t mind, I think I’ll link it! :)

     
  6. ruminator 11.19.2002

    Heh heh heh… except I can’t link it! The link is b-r-o-k-e-n….. :)

    Oh yeah, and I can’t resist when someone tells me not to… so POKE! :)

     
  7. Jett 11.20.2002

    Llama, don’t make me blush in public! It’s not good for the image!

    Ruminator…welcome. And if you poke me again, I’m gonna break that thing off. Okay, only kidding, because all the newbies get one free shot….thank you for your kind words! I, in my infinite technotardism, have no idea what the fuck is going on with that link. I tried republishing, et al., but to no avail. Anybody got any ideas?

     

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