Just when I thought I couldn't be surprised...

I was in a horrible mood for the better part of the day. I was getting fed up with my family being unsupportive of me going back to school and, I don't know, I was just in a foul mood.

I worked 4 hours today and I thought that was going to make it worse. While work was unbearably slow for most of the day and I ended up yelling at some girls (they kept running around the store, I had to tell them that this was a place of business, not their personal playground and that they could get really hurt on the escalators),  I did manage to keep myself entertained by making faces into the cameras so the people at loss prevention could see. I know they enjoyed it :)

The part of the day that was most enjoyable for me, however, was when work was over. I was at the bus stop at Rosedale texting a couple people and this girl who was probably no older than 17 came over and asked if I had an extra quarter. Thinking I did, I began searching. I was suddenly reminded of two things. The first was the time some friends and I were robbed. It started out as a simple request and ended horribly. I certainly didn't think this girl and her friend were capable of that, but still, it was in the back of my mind. The only change I could find was a dime and a few pennies, the lady asking me for money for food was the second thing I thought about. I pulled out a dollar bill and just told the girls to take the whole thing. I had enough money for the bus, so it wasn't a big deal. The look on the their faces was awesome and I knew that they really appreciated it. They had bought some pretzels at the pretzel store at the mall and one of the girls walked over and offered me a pretzel. Definitely not a fair trade, but I think I appreciated it more than they know. I had had such a crappy day and that completely made it. It was something so simple, so little, but it helped so much. Even though I was getting it in exchange for something and it was so miniscule, it was one of the nicest things a complete stranger has ever done for me.

Another surprise happened on the bus. An older lady got on at a different stop and had bags and bags of stuff. I felt horrible for her; she couldn't even carry it all herself. Someone helped her carry it on and a guy in front let her sit down, which was so nice. At her stop 3 other people got off. Only one offered to help her. It upset me. What makes them think they are so much better than other people? They walked right past her without even acknowledging her. Think about how much better the world would be if they thought of someone other than themselves for a change.