At the entry to the pool I found I'd left my money at home. Found only small change at the bottom of my bag. Meanwhile, another swimmer (a total stranger) arrived at the counter and tried to pay for me. I thanked him and refused. The guy behind the counter meanwhile is saying, don't bother, go ahead. He wouldn't even take my small change because the cash register couldn't handle it.
"I'm here every week," I promised. "I'll pay next weekend."
But he just waved it aside: "It's Sunday."
Such graciousness and lightness. I can't imagine that happening in a capital city, like the capital city I recently lived in.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
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