(Or Why My Faith in Humanity Has Been Restored)
I was perusing the concessions area in Costco on Wednesday, anxiously clutching my usual assortment of small change waiting in line for a soda, (20 oz for $0.59, but it’s super carbonated.), when I noticed a display case full of delicious looking churros. Normally all of the food that Costco regularly purveys is gone by 7:30 pm, which is when I’m there, so there aren’t any samples or anything, but on this particular Wednesday churros languidly basked under glowing hot lights on gentle crinkly beds of industrial grade wax paper, turning slowly for the appreciation of all. I was entranced, and began ranting somewhat incoherently to my friend, who was also waiting to garner the absurdly cheep soda. Previous to my love affair with the churros (who, alas, knew not of my infatuation….) a middle-aged woman in front of me mistook me for her husband. The aforesaid information is important, even if it doesn’t seem to be right now. The middle-aged woman made her purchases, two slices of pizza, then, turned, change in hand, and gave my friend and I enough money to buy churros. I was in awe. I honestly didn’t think that people legitimately did random acts of kindness. Munching on my churro, I made my way to some of my fellow housemates, shared the goodness of the idiosyncratic concoction of twisted dough and cinnamon sugar, and related the tale.
Thinking about it even now I’m still shocked. I thought that to most people I seem, at worst a gender-confused delinquent, and at best, certainly not worthy of a stranger’s kindness. Self-deprecation aside, the churro was delicious, and I would like to thank that woman once again for improving my night and making me think twice.
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