I was recently the victim of two do-gooders in one week. 
 
The first incident was on a Monday.   I had just finished taking a test.  After I retired my stressed-out eraser, I was greeted on the staircase by an odd group of happy people.  One of these happy bunch asked me “Did you just take a test?” with a bit much too enthusiasm than a conversation about exams merits.  I hesitantly wobbled my head in the affirmative.   The happy crowd then burst into flames, I mean applause, and gave me 3 “you did it!” ‘s and 2 “congratulations” and  handed me a cookie.  They did the same to the other suffering test-taker walking behind me. 
It felt  . . . good.   And I got a cookie. 
I was struck again the next day by a phantom bed-maker.  I came home and noticed my flattened sheets.  I stared quizzically at them like one of those art history people looking at a painting.  I will never be one of those art history people, but I did conclude that it was not I who made that bed.   Someone had definitely done those tight corners for me. 
So thank you to all the do-gooders out there who I may never meet or who may live next door.   I’m glad you stopped looking at your facebook, or doing whatever else we/I do, to think about me instead. :)
 
1 comment:
That cookie story made me really happy. We should do that. Haha. Thank you Chloester for making my day.
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