Another Nicest (Non-kniting) Thing

While we're on the topic of nicest things, my man did something incredibly sweet for me last week. It was Wednesday. Wednesdays are long days for me as I work all day, teach a college class at night, and then (knit-willing) go to knitting group. I was on my way home from said knitting group and my gas tank was dangerously low. So I stopped to get some gas, but before I got out of the car, I decided that I was too hungry to wait until I got home to eat a snack and was greedily stuffing cheese crackers into my mouth. I know. This is strange behavior and it probably looks very strange to others. In fact, I know it does because I got caught and was told as much - more on that later. My thinking was this - I wanted to eat before I got out of the car and touched the dirty gas nozzle with my clean hands. Anyway, as I was greedily stuffing cheese crackers into my mouth, I looked up, only to see a large man standing by my window. I jumped, frightened half to death, before I realized it was my guy. He had seen me pull in as he was driving by and pulled in to check and see if it was me, but then thought it couldn't be me because I would never do something so strange as to stuff food into my mouth while stopped next to the gas pump at a gas station. I explained about the cheese crackers and the hunger and the dirty gas nozzle and then my man did the nicest thing - he pumped my gas for me. It was so sweet.

Here are the socks I am knitting for him:

They are sort of like test socks. If he likes & wears these, he gets more (eventually).

The Nicest (Non-knitting)Thing

Sometimes when I am in the crappiest of moods, someone comes along and does the nicest thing for me. Moments like this remind me that there is joy to be found in the tiniest of places, if one is open to seeing it.

Several weeks ago, I was tired after a long day. I realized that we were out of dog food and that if I did not go out and get some, the dogs would go food-less in the morning. And with dogs like this, that wasn't an option:

The hour was late(ish) and it would be cutting it close to go to my preferred pet store. So, I grumpily slogged out the door, muttering under my breath and resolving to go to the first pet store I came across. Once there, I made a b-line for the food isle. I felt tense and cranky, and I bet I looked like I was in a bad mood too. I found what I needed and noted that the price was a bit higher than in my usual store. I trudged up to the counter and put my package atop it. Then, the man working the register did the nicest thing - he gave me a coupon. A $10 off coupon. It was the nicest thing. I didn't ask for it and I'm sure I looked pissy and he did it anyway. I thanked him and old him that my night hadn't been going so well and that this coupon was so thoughtful that it was helping to turn it around. He then proceeded to do another. nicest. thing! He gave me a second coupon (for later). Go figure!