Karma
The other night I was having dinner at my favorite bar and got into a conversation with Scott, the bartender. Scott's one of those bartenders who, if he recognizes you, reaches over the bar to shake your hand and tell you how good it is to see you again. He's going to be going to Europe soon, visiting London, Paris, Prague and Berlin. I told him what I remembered of London and Paris, paid my bill eventually and said goodnight.
Once outside I recalled I had a great photobook/traveler's guide to Paris that was invaluable when I was there five years ago. I had lent it to a co-worker for vacation, and she loved it too. So I turned around to go back in and ask Scott if he wanted to borrow the book when two girls who were heading in said "You know, you're going in the wrong direction. You were just in here."
"Yeah, I know" I said "but someone said something that made me mad, so I'm going back in to fight him."
"Oh, no! You have great bone structure - I'd hate to see it get ruined in a fight."
So there you go. You go to do something nice and the universe throws a nice compliment your way.
3 comments:
Did you get her phone number?
I hope at the very least you punched the bartender in the mouth before offering the travel book. I'd hate for you to be a liar to those girls.
Great anecdote...and you do have great bone structure.
Mom
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