After several hours of work on my driveway, I was digging out the wall of solid ice left at the bottom by the town plows. Exhausted and now working in the dark, I stopped the snow blower because a vehicle was approaching, and I didn’t want to hit it with a stray stone. The pickup’s driver stopped, waited, and then started driving directly at me.
I backed up, worried it was some lunatic. Then the driver dropped a plow and did my remaining work with two swipes.
David Lloyd / Reading
A few weeks ago, I let someone into the Dunkin’ Donuts drive-through line who had just been made to wait by four drivers. She smiled and waved, and I felt happy to have done my good deed of the day and thought nothing more of the matter.
I put in my order, and as I received my coffee and doughnut tried to hand over the money. The girl at the window shook her head and pushed it back, saying the lady ahead of me had paid.
Cathy D. Chong / Westwood
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