I'm not such a bad guy after all.



Today I did something nice. A lady in her mid to late 70's [with a portable oxygen tank, no less] came up to the counter. She had a baguette in her hand. I asked what I could help her with, and she said, "Well, I'm having spaghetti tonight and I got this bread and I want to make garlic bread. Do ya'll have garlic spread I can use?"

Well, we don't have garlic spread but I wasn't just going to tell this sweet old texas grandma to go fuck herself, so I said, "We don't have any garlic spread made up, but if you want I can whip you up some garlic butter." She was thrilled, to say the least.

I grabbed some butter, tossed it in a metal dish and put it in the pizza oven. I chopped some roasted garlic, pulled the butter out, mashed that shit up and threw it in a little tub. I wrote "sample" on it and handed it across the counter.

She said [with just a hint of tear in the eye, I might add] "Oh honey, thank you so much! That's more than enough, I'm just one person. Sometimes it's hard to get motivated to cook when you're all alone. I really appreciate you dropping what you were doing to make that for me."

It made me feel really good and I'm so glad I took five minutes out of my day to help her. I know I would want someone to make my grandmother some garlic butter if she needed some. We should all drop what we're doing occasionally to help someone who really needs it, since 99% of the time we're all selfish pricks.
- posted by Mason @ 11:45 PM