This thread proves what I have always suspected. Namely, that SD’ers are some of the nicest people on the planet.
Aside from the usual hijinks of pulling a shopping cart from the rack and immediately handing it to the next lady who is walking up or letting people cut in front of me in line (only if they are paying with cash, there are limits, you know), here are one or two recent ones.
On the flight over to Taiwan where I am currently doing a semiconductor CVD reactor process installation, the plane hit a pocket (more like a gunny sack) of some really rough turbulence. As the plane started to shake pretty badly, a little Japanese boy across the aisle from me began to sob quietly and clutch his mother’s arm in terror.
Now, old Zenster can stand a lot of things, but an unhappy child just isn’t one of them. I went aft and found a stewardess and asked her if she had a pair of captain’s wings for the little guy in seat E23. A few minutes later she showed up with not one but two pairs of the wings for the kid to wear on his shirt. She even went me one better and (since the plane was in the “sleep” phase of the transpacific hop) brought along some oddball toys and a little reading light to pierce the gloom for the tyke.
Suddenly, I got a flash of inspiration and asked one of the stewards for some writing paper. From memory I folded up an origami model of a shrimp and handed it across the aisle to the little guy while his grateful mother looked on. We traded the TUG (Thumbs Up Gesture) and the l had the pleasure of seeing him finally curled up fast asleep against his mother, the paper shrimp still clutched firmly in his little fist.
My reward? The stewardess handed me the entire remaining bag of the captain’s wings. So, now I have enough to give to all of the kids in my neighborhood when I return stateside.
Another much more troubling event occurred two weeks ago. A newlywed online friend of mine recently moved with her two daughters to California (my state) to live with her new husband. One evening, she came home to find him passed out cold in his own urine, feces and vomit. He had left the office, quit his job and withdrawn all of the money in their bank account. She managed to get him to the hospital where the presiding doctor marveled at how and why this guy was still alive with a 3.2 blood alcohol level.
After sleeping it off, he immediately went out the very next day and proceeded to repeat the entire episode, complete with a meltdown in front of the apartment building thrown in for grins. Having had enough, she called the cops, turned over his gun to them and he was promptly arrested for DUI.
Her husband’s brother-in-law and his other family members then arrived the next day to help her pack the U-Haul for the trip back to her Grandpa’s in Utah. Another of her husband’s relatives came into town specifically to do the drive out there. All she could do was watch and wonder how a person could hurt so much inside and still be alive.
Upon getting an email from her detailing this madness Super Zenster stepped out of the mental phone booth and sprang into action. I took a cab into downtown Taoyuan and hit a combination bookstore and stationery supply joint. I loaded up with all sorts of wacky doodads and trinkets for her two little girls.
I can tell you one thing. When these two little girls start school in a week or two, they will be the only ones in the entire school with outtasight Pokemon and Digimon see-through briefcases, Hello Kitty pencil boxes, special origami paper and a raft of other bizarre Asian classroom supplies (Supplies!). I even threw in some little 3-D paper jet fighter models so they can lure in some helpless boys in their classes and not have to feel like complete strangers in their new location.
To top things off, I hid a $100.[sup]00[/sup] traveler’s check in and amidst all of the stuff with a note to my friend telling her to take the kids out to a movie, hit the beauty parlor and then go buy something special for her beloved Grandfather. I’d love to be a fly on the wall when those two little girls tear into the box that’ll be arriving in a few days.