Wednesday, November 17, 2004
City Souls
By Anonymous
I got into the elevator at work the other day- the same elevator in the same building around the same time as I do every wk day. But this day was different, because I heard a NICE story. Even some of the same people were in the elevator. Namely, a youngish white guy in gray suit, looking a little bit angry. As usual, rock and roll was bullying its way out his headphones.
On this day, however, he smiled. Laughed actually, recalling for the benefit of the guy to his right how the lady, the one he'd stopped on the way out of the train station to notify her of the hot roller still tangled in hair, had chased him down and offered him free dry cleaning services at her shop around the corner. He was elated. "She knew everybody else must have seen it, too, but nobody bothered to tell her." We were all incredulous that she could last a minute outside her house with that hot roller there. Good for him. And good for her. Chalk one up for the nice team.
I got into the elevator at work the other day- the same elevator in the same building around the same time as I do every wk day. But this day was different, because I heard a NICE story. Even some of the same people were in the elevator. Namely, a youngish white guy in gray suit, looking a little bit angry. As usual, rock and roll was bullying its way out his headphones.
On this day, however, he smiled. Laughed actually, recalling for the benefit of the guy to his right how the lady, the one he'd stopped on the way out of the train station to notify her of the hot roller still tangled in hair, had chased him down and offered him free dry cleaning services at her shop around the corner. He was elated. "She knew everybody else must have seen it, too, but nobody bothered to tell her." We were all incredulous that she could last a minute outside her house with that hot roller there. Good for him. And good for her. Chalk one up for the nice team.










