Niceness + Milk n cookies!

So when the hubs and I were looking for a place to live a few years ago we did a lot of research.  He's pretty into research.  So we looked around at the obvious things most homebuyers look at: prices, property, commute times, proximity to Target (mine), ability to pee outside (his).  But our favorite research was when we would go for a drive into an area we were interested in and we'd wave at every oncoming car.  We ended up realizing that the areas we liked best were the ones where people waved back.  The areas we weren't too fond of were the ones where people looked at you like you must be signaling that their car was on fire or something else urgent because you couldn't possibly be waving out of the goodness of your heart!  Assholes.  I'm proud to say we still use that method when judging a new place.  When it's time to move to our next house we'll be doing a lot of driving and waving, and I can't wait to see where we end up.

In my recent travels I was a little curious to see how friendly people were in the city of San Francisco.  So, I researched.  What I found was that if you didn't go out of your way to be friendly to someone, they would be cordial but would never go out of their way to be friendly.  When I went out of my way to be extra friendly or extra polite, people lit up and became some of the friendliest people on earth.  I'm not much of a city girl – I married a country boy and his country became contagious.  I think at one point I said (out loud), "I can't wait to see a squirrel and some grass!"  But finding nice people in a big ass city helped a little bit.  My favorite nice person was a cashier person at a little breakfast place.  She had a cup of something pink and I said, "What is that? It looks delicious!" to which she replied, "It's watermelon lemonade, do you wanna try some? Hold on I'll sneak you a glass! We only make it in the summer and we just started! Tell me what you think!"  How fuckin awesome would it be if everyone was like that?!

Oh and on my flight home I had a pretty hilarious experience.  6 hour flight, packed FULL of kids and babies.  I was boarding and realized this flight would either elevate or break my already high baby fever.  We got going and I was able to ignore the crying for the most part, thank goodness for headphones.  About a third of the way through the flight something sprayed on me, my bare arm, my shirt, my hair, my seat.  I looked over and it was milk.  Luckily I love milk, unlike some people, so I wasn't totally repulsed.  Immediately, the young dad across the aisle yelled, "Don't worry! It's cow's milk! I'm sorry!"  Apparently his baby's bottle had pressurized like a motherfucker once we got up there and the nipple blew a load over like 6 surrounding passengers.  No one was particularly mad, but a few people were bothered.  I kind of just laughed it off and told them it happens, whatever, I feel like flying with babies for 6 hours is punishment enough for them as parents.  Well a few minutes later a box of chocolate chip cookies was delivered to my seat from the flight attendant.  I hadn't ordered them, but the mom and dad across the aisle had.  When I said, "What's this?" he said, "Some cookies to go with your milk, we're really sorry!"  I just laughed and I'm pretty sure I had a permagrin for the rest of the flight.

 

 

Moral of the story?  Do some nice stuff for people, you never know who's day you'll make!  And if you wanna share it, go here and tell me about it!