Well We Came Upon A Cracker...

Now my good friends, sometime in life, something happens that just makes me go "wow, I'm super glad I didn't die in my sleep last night, because then I would have missed this." I'm happy to say that one of those moments occured today. And it was magical.

So through a terrible error in judgement, I woke up at 9 this morning for an 11:30 class. Oops. But, I said to myself, "you my good siare already awake. Go get mint hot chocolate!" So I did.

However, as magical as this hot chocolate was (and with all its minty goodness, I assure you it was indeed magical) that is not what made this morning so magical. As I was walking back to my apartment to grab my books before I went to class, I saw an incredibly old woman standing on the corner waiting to cross the street. Now when I say incredibly old, I mean incredibly old. Super super old. And of course, she was carrying two large plastic grocery bags, presumably filled with groceries, though it makes me happier to think that they were filled with something more exciting, like hypodermic needles.

So anyhoo, heroin toting grandma was waiting patiently to cross the street, so I go over to her and ask her if she needs help carrying her bags, because, again, super old. She smiles a little and says in all her stereotypical grandma awesomeness, "why thank you young man. That would be lovely." So I take her two bags, only worrying slightly about the fact that I'm now potentially a drug mule. What happened next is what made the morning so goddamn mangical.

Right as we start into the road, she takes both hands and grabs the nook of my elbow. That's right. I HELPED AN OLD WOMAN CROSS THE STREET! I didn't realize this actually happened. As I recall, when I was a cub scout, I used to cite this as a potential good turn, though I never thought I would have the chance to actually do it. I could have cried.

Luckily, she did not live too far away, so I was able to bring her bags to her house and make it back to my apartment in time. But by god, I would have gladly missed class to do it again, if only for the feeling that I was in the 1900's, and if I was really lucky, she might give me a piece of salt-water taffy.