At this point in my pregnancy, it’s pretty obvious to everyone that I’m pregnant, I guess. Even complete strangers are confident enough to ask me if I’m having a boy or girl. I’m even reaching the limits of my non-maternity clothing options due to ANOTHER sudden growth spurt by the fetus (or my uterus, I suppose, if we are being particular). Anyway, I’m guessing this is the contributing factor to what happened to me the other day.
I was on a shopping excursion for work searching thrift stores trying to find a table that looked like one in a set design for an upcoming show plus some spray paint to paint 2 chairs. The plan was to hit 2 thrift stores, then Home Depot. Unfortunately, this very specific-looking table couldn’t be found at the first 2 stores, so I added on 2 more to my trip in hopes of landing the perfect piece. Those turned out to not be fruitful either, so it was just past lunchtime and I was finally hitting the last spot on my errand run.
By the time I’d reached Home Depot, it was well after 1pm (for reference, I usually eat at around noonish). In front, there was a hot dog stand. Unfortunately for me, I never carry cash in my wallet. I decided to try my luck anyway. I waited patiently in line for my turn, then asked the vendor if he accepted credit cards. Of course, the answer was no. As I walked off, a gentleman offered to buy me something. I politely declined. A second man called after me, asking what I wanted to eat and handed the vendor some money. Normally, I would have walked off, but I was starving and knew that there was a chance that I would keel over if I didn’t eat anything – I’ve reached the point in my pregnancy where if I go too long without eating, I get really sick. Since he’d already handed over the money, I told him that just a plain hot dog would be fine. He tried to offer me more, but I told him that was enough. Apparently, he had also paid for a drink for me, so I was able to get some water as well. As I walked off again, the first gentleman told me to grab a bag of chips, too. The vendor said that the other guy only paid for a drink, but then changed his mind and said that the chips were on him. As I walked off, he said that he wanted me to know there were still good people in the world.
I don’t think I’ve ever been treated that kindly by a stranger before. I could have cried as I walked into the store with my lunch. After procuring the spray paint (the only shopping success that day), I remembered that I had a little bit of change in my wallet, so I put it in the tip jar of the hot dog vendor as I left. He told me to stay safe as I walked to my car.
It wasn’t until then that I realized how little it takes to make someone else’s day. The hot dog only cost that guy a couple of bucks, but it was momentous enough for me to tell everyone I know about it. It even inspired hubby to finally go and donate blood that day (he’d been putting it off for probably a month at that point). I challenge anyone reading this to do something nice for a stranger when the opportunity presents itself. Pay it forward!