“You don’t happen to have any more change, do you?” I asked the guy filling his parking meter behind mine. I had decided to lighten my load of change into a tip jar at a local coffee shop earlier, which didn’t bode well for my current situation: parking at a meter in DC to meet a friend for lunch.
“Actually…I think I might,” he said. He opened his passengers side door, dug around and said, “I’ve got a dollar fifty.”
“Great,” I said as I tried to hand him two dollars.
“No – don’t worry about it,” he said.
“At least take one dollar,” I persisted.
He laughed and explained, “I work around here all the time – and work pays for my parking. Don’t worry about it.”
I thanked him and we went our separate ways – him to work, and me to feed my meter, thanking God for (sm)all favors.
While browsing in a consignment shop in Alexandria, a young man entered the store behind me and asked the owner if she’d like some free cases of Vitamin Water. Seeing the puzzled look on her face, he went on to explain that the company sponsors a lot of fashion events in the city and they have neglected Virginia. So they’re giving out free cases of Vitamin Water to the local businesses. She asked what the catch was; he said none, so she accepted. She then proceeded to offer me three bottles of it. I graciously accepted one.
Later that same day, in a mission to escape the ninety-two degree heat, I slipped into a hotel lobby. I sat on a comfy couch in a corner, plopped my bags down beside me, and basked in the coolness of the air conditioning washing over me. My 6:30 waking time caught up with me, and I just wanted to curl up on the couch and fall asleep.
I noticed some people with wine glasses and figured out that I had come in for the daily happy hour the hotel offers its guests. The doorman came over to me, said he wanted to cheer me up a little (apparently “tired” is not a good look for me), and so offered me a glass of sangria. I explained that in my current state, a glass of sangria would put me to sleep. “A glass of wine, then?” he offered. I politely declined again, but said I’d love some water. So he left and came back with an icy cold bottle:)
Some of you may recall the 29 Gifts adventure I did a few months back. One of the lessons it professes is that by consciously giving we become more open to receiving. It was a good lesson for me to learn – and I am thankful for all the gifts I was offered yesterday.