I was on my way to the casino to use the restroom. Paul was walking his dog. I could tell it was partly pit and was looking at every human the way Bonnie does. I stopped to pet the dog and made small talk with Paul and continued on my way.
I heard a bark and wondered if his dog had encountered another – as we often see many dogs out with their owners. When I returned to the parking lot I walked toward our canvassed booth and saw Paul walking with his wife. No dog. Evidently the dog was being punished for going off like an alarm.
There was a cool breeze – almost too cool. I had my sweatshirt on most of the day and had purposely moved my chair into the sun. I didn’t seem to notice the wind on the outside of the tent but it was evident under the canopy. As I was about to return to my shaded spot a huge gust knocked over at least one of our pots.
Paul, who wore an arm cast and sling, bent over to pick up the pieces and I bent down to help him. After all, I felt an obligation to clean up after the wind had knocked our product. But Paul insisted that he clean it up and I should sit down. But I had two hands with which to pick up and to hold. But then perhaps he felt the need to prove that he was not disabled.
He hadn’t purchased anything but apparently he had given a tip to replace our loss. That was dang sweet of him! Kudos, Paul. Not just for the tip but for your kindness. Perhaps it should have been us who had given the bill to you. Thank you.
