Yesterday was grocery day.
I looked out the window, and it was raining. “You can’t wait for the perfect opportunity forever”, I told myself, so I grabbed my toque, my hoodie, my jacket, and stepped outside.
The rain wasn’t heavy, but enough to soak through in a couple minutes.
On my way to the store, I thought of putting an ad in the classifieds.
WANTED: RAIN DANCER
Looking for cheerful model to dance in rain for photo project.
Should be slim build. Light-brunette to blond hair, no longer than shoulders. Bring own clothes, short-sleeved with no logo preferred.
Will offer digital negatives for portfolio as compensation.
It was a short walk.
At the deli counter was the regular bunch of hooligans, a group of unmotivated, lackadaisical guys with whom I’ve dealt many times before.
I was about to say something to get their attention when another young man (whom I initially assumed was part of this group, with the same facial hair and the same mug), walked up to greet me.
“Barbecue chicken?”, he asked.
“Please”.
I stood there waiting for less than a moment before he came around the counter with something in his hand.
“Wipe your glasses off with this shit”, he told me, and seeing the beads of rainwater on my glasses, handed me a wad of paper towel. The uncouth manner in which he presented the paper towel made his gesture all the more warm.
Handing me my dinner, he said “Take it easy, bro”, and touched his fingers to his forehead in a mini salute.
The rain stopped before I stepped outside again.
And I haven’t cleaned my glasses, or stopped smiling since.
Wonderful moment to note, live in, and share. thanx.
Thank you for sharing the Glad Game with me.
I don’t practice it as often as I should.