My family and I went for a drive to the city today. It wasn’t an especially nice part of the city, but when in Rome (I’m not actually in ROME, it’s just a saying, peeps) you kind of want to see Rome, not just the pretty stuff, but the nitty gritty stuff too.
Anywho, we pulled up to our destination, and I was extremely thankful I wasn’t the driver. Some forms of parallel parking I can handle, but not when you have precisely two inches on the front and back side of you to squeeze in. I leave that sort of maneuvering to my Pollyanna husband.
Not wanting to get hit by oncoming traffic I squeezed out of the right side of the car, over my son’s car seat. I think I made a sound sort of like… grr..uh..umpfh.. on the way out. Much to my dismay, I looked down and some douche-bag had left an empty bottle of cheap wine on the ground! It was right where it could roll onto the street and cause an innocent person’s tires to wind up slashed. So annoying! So rude! Ohhhhhh, wait a minute!!! Lightbulb moment! Soooooo a chance to do a good deed!! An opportunity to perform a random act of kindness presented itself – fell into my lap, even!
Completely un-edited photo of the offensive wine bottle left on the street
Not knowing who had touched it last I gingerly lifted the bottle up with two fingers and looked around me. I looked to the left. I looked to the right. No trashcan nearby, but the city had placed these sort of plastic planter type things around some strategically placed trees. So I set the wine bottle in the planter and felt very proud of myself. And immediately drowned my hands in hand sanitizer (I always carry some in my purse!).
My family and I walked down the street, doing our thing and when we were done, we walked back to the car, as any normal family would do.
When we got to our car, my husband’s eyes fell to the wine bottle in the tree planter.
Quizzically he looked at and said something like “In the planter? Why not in the trashcan?”
Me: ” There’s no trashcan around, and I sure don’t want to put it in my car, who knows what kind of germs are on it?!”
Pollyanna husband: “There’s a trashcan just half a block that way” (he pointed down the street).
Me: (Did I mention at this point it was drizzling? Well, it was, and any moment that drizzle could turn into a downpour! A deluge I tell ya!) I scrunched my face up at him and said something super cool like: “Uh!” or it might have been “Guh!”
And I climbed over the car seat back into the car, done with that conversation. Still taking baby steps, but hey, I do think this counts. I potentially saved someone from a lethal cut or flat tire, or worse! I feel good!
“It’s not true that nice guys finish last. Nice guys are winners before the game even starts.”