Chrissie’s recap of an actual nice guy!
I get a lot of grief for my “man-hating” ways.
I can’t say the words nice and guy together without making little quotation marks with my fingers.
Yes. I’m bitter.
But there’s hope!
As that guy points out in The Secret, we get from people what we expect…
what we choose to give back…
it encourages, “the practice of joy and gratitude as a way of life.”
So in light of this
(and because of my hope for something nice in return)
I’m planning to illustrate my encounters (however few and far between) with actual nice guys.
They do exist.
Sure, they aren’t dating me… but they are out there;)
Nice Guy #1 – The Cab Driver
ME: “Excuse me sir… can you take me to __________ street in Hyde Park for 13 bucks? That’s all we have left.”
CABBIE: “Let me check… Yep. You’re in luck, it’s exactly 12.50.”
ME: “But then I can’t tip you…”
CABBIE: “Don’t worry about that… just get in the car.
And so my friend and I threw ourselves in the van/cab and began ranting and raving at how appreciative we were… and how hungry.
FRIEND: “I wish we could afford McMac… I’m STARVING.”
(4th meal time: 3 a.m.)
ME: “Me toooooooooooooooooo!”
So we picked up a slew of Culinary girls on our way north and CABBIE had to sign all sorts of security papers in the security office. I offered to help him with the clipboard and even asked if I could be his “assistant” by riding shotgun.
He left us to our own devices while he went into the security office to finalize the “SAFE RIDE” paperwork and even locked the doors so we’d “be safe” too.
And upon his return, he proved to be a NICE GUY.
For with him... he brought
a pizza for us.
Courtesy of the Culinary’s very own kitchens.
Roasted red peppers, red onion, and mushroom.
Presented perfectly into our hungry hands.
Looking the gift-horse right in the mouth I said:
“BUT IT’S COLD.”
So the CABBIE went back in the security office and heated up our pizza…
But the real proof of a nice guy???
He didn’t even want a slice.