Tonight I was on the city bus on my way home from class, standing by the door talking on the phone. When a 14 year old by mistake steps on my toe. Now I was wearing slippers with open toes (my slippers are so comfortable that sometimes I forget I’m wearing them and leave the house with them on), so it did hurt a little when he stepped on my foot. But it wasn’t the end of the world. He turns around and says sorry. He has an expression on his face as though he’s ready for a good yelling. Since I was on the phone, I continued talking, and just said “it’s ok” and acted regular. He looked at me shocked that I didn’t over react or anything.
Now, I love being helpful. Whenever people drop pens in class I get this enjoyment from picking them up and returning them to people. A while ago, someone two rows away dropped a penny on the floor. I saw something drop, I got up and went to pick it up, I returned it to the girl and she said thanx. Meanwhile this girl a different day got into an argument with a guy in the class over seats, she claimed he stole her seat or something, she was cursing him out. So at least I got to be on her good side.
A different time also I was waiting by the city bus stop and someone dropped a quarter. She told her kid to pick it up, but it was dark and the kid couldn’t find it, so I picked it up and gave it to her and she said Thank You.
Then a guard at school had dropped a bunch of stuff, her police hat looking thing, and some papers, so I picked up her hat and gave it to her while someone else picked up her other stuff and she was so appreciative saying Thank You.
Anyways, one day I was on the city bus sitting near the back door. This lady was getting off the bus and she was carrying something heavy so she had a hard time opening the doors. So I got up from my seat and went to help her open the door and held the door open. This man sitting next to me also got up and went to hold open the other door. Then after the lady left I sat back down. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. The man sitting next to me stuck out his hand for me to shake. I said sorry I can't. So then he made a fist that I should (dunno what the term is) knock it or something. I said sorry I can't. He said that's okay, and luckily he was understanding.