A Thought on Kindness. And wings.

So I was just internetting it up out here when I remembered something.



I went to buffalo wild wings once with Elmer (best friend since ever. loves taylor swift. not gay.) and Sara (small. asian. chipper. A+ perfectionist. best friend since ever.) And we sat at this table and got wings and were having a good old time and listening to people sing karaoke and we had this waitress named Emilee, and she was like REALLY freaking nice.

She would give us like a hundred napkins every five minutes, and would like just keep coming over and asking us how we were doing, and touching our shoulders and stuff people do to go out of their way to make your day, and it was a really busy night, too.

And we had chips and salsa, and I decided we should leave a note thanking her for being nice in a world full of mean. So we got a napkin and dipped our knives in the salsa and wrote on the napkin, saying "You're really nice."

Elmer said he would have said something other than nice and I told him not to be creepy.

And we left a seven dollar tip and the napkin at the table and left.

I'm not even sure if she got the note or not.

But it just reminds me that there are people being shot in the streets and there are rapists and meth labs and dead cats in dumpsters and war and starvation and yet, somewhere, somebody is holding their umbrella over someone else's head.

I don't know.

It's just a thought.