This reminds me of a time when I was walking my dog. Somehow there were no plastic bags of any kind in my house; I dunno how, but there weren’t.
My dog needs daily excercise or he starts practically vibrating he has so much pent-up energy… and there are usually free bags at a nearby park, so I figured we’d make it until then, and then I’d get a bag for the rest of the walk.
Well, he decides he needs to poop before we get there—and it couldn’t have been more than 100ft. I was thinking, really?
Before I even have a chance to respond, a man across the street was picking up his newpaper and saw that I didn’t have any bags. He came running over to give me the one around his newspaper (well actually two, I dunno why there were two bags on his newspaper, but there were and he gave me both).
It may have just been because he didn’t want crap on the other side of the road from him, but I like to think he was genuinely just helping me.
I thanked him embarassedly, explaining I was trying to make it to the park. He responded by saying that it was fine, but that the park didn’t always have plastic bags, so here was one in his hand.
I get to the park, walk by the bag-dispenser, and he was almost right—there was one left. So it stayed there for someone else that day.
He was really nice, but it’s a long poo story, so I haven’t really gotten to share this man’s kindness until now…