Every once in a while, a sequence of events unfolds that I previously thought only happened to someone else. And I had never in fact met that someone else. They were events found solely in rumors and I had more than a passing suspicion they were urban legends.
Well, the other day, I went out to the bus stop and sat next to a woman. We exchanged small talk before I zoned out. When I came back to reality, some man was standing before me offering me something. I’d missed the naming of the something.
“Hold out your hand,” he demanded.
“For what?” I asked.
“A dollar for you to take the bus,” he explained.
“No, that’s okay. I have a bus pass, so I’m good.,” I replied.
The man went over and sat on the opposite side of the woman on the bench, and then said, “When God gives you a blessing, it may not seem like a blessing, but you should take it anyway because blessings come in unexpected ways.”
“Uh, okay.” I said.
The woman on the bench is moved to get involved. Turning to me, she said, “I think you hurt his feelings.”
I did a flabbergasted open and closed mouth thing and ignored them.
You can’t make this stuff up because nobody would believe you if you did.