if sunflowers danced...

Monday, March 2, 2009

toll booth samaritan

On a return journey from New York City this past weekend my friend Heather let someone squeeze between her and the car in front of her in line for a toll booth. The poor unfortunate soul who found themselves in the EZpass only lane jumped in front of us with a wave of his hand and we all cursed his existence.

We pulled up to the booth with 5 dollars ready where we found the tollbooth attendant smiling. She refused to take the money because she said the man ahead of us had paid for us as well.

What? Had we heard correctly? Yes, there is a God, there is Karma and THERE ARE GOOD, APPRECIATIVE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD! Hallelujah! Who would have thought we would have found a beacon of goodness in line for the TriBoro Bridge? He could have easily paid for himself and driven away thinking little of the bespectacled girl in the Toyota Matrix who let him cut her in line.

But no, instead he repaid us with little chance of reward or recognition.

Things like this make me proud to be human.