Random acts of kindness...that drive you INSANE!

Apparently, a friend or family member has realized that I’ve been having a rough couple of weeks. Yesterday, a local florist dropped off a lovely arrangement of spring flowers for me, with a card simply wishing me a happy day. It was unsigned.

So I called the florist to see if they could tell me who sent it. Apparently, whoever sent it is from out-of-state and wishes to remain anonymous. So I assumed it was a friend of mine and left it at that.

Okay, so it’s been driving me batty since yesterday. I don’t know who to thank! I’ve asked around to everyone I think might have sent it and no one will admit to it!

I love my friends, and I’m grateful that one of them was thinking of me, but I hope they know they’re driving me absolutely nuts! :smiley:

E.

I wonder if anyone actually tried that “pay the toll of the person behind you” Random Act of Kindness. I’d imagine it would bemuse me more than make me grateful: why would someone do that for a measly 50 cent toll when it caused almost that much money in delays and explanations. So if I’m ever a toll collector and someone pulls that on me I’ll just pocket the change and no one will be the wiser :wink:

The random act of kindness I hate the most is the driver that thinks they are being helpful by not doing what is expected, thereby screwing everything up for me. Fr’instance, the numbnut that slows down when approaching an intersection where I am waiting to turn left. I have already factored in your initial velocity into my equations and will be turning left right after you clear the intersection, but NO! You think that by dawdling up to the intersection, you are doing me a big favor. NOT! Since you didn’t call ahead and tell me to factor in the dawdling, I paused and now, it’s too late. I’ll have to wait for that giant herd of cars coming from the left to pass now. Putz, when driving, just do what you normally do. Don’t try to be helpful. Unless of coarse, I’m merging into your lane. Then move it or lose it!

Hmm. That dawdling putz might just be me, trying to determine whether or not you are going to pull a kamikaze turn out in front of me. Sorry if it inconveniences you, but I have no way of knowing that you are a wise and careful driver, not an impatient, reckless jerk about to cause an accident.

So how do you ever manage to leave your house? Half the people on the road are reckless jerks ( I don’t know whether to include myself in this group or not. I haven’t been involved in an accident of any kind in 22 years now.)

It was me. You’re welcome. :wink:

Yeah, ElzaHub tried to claim it, too, until I told him it came from out of state :stuck_out_tongue: .

Of course, this might be really good in that he feels guilty for never sending me flowers :smiley: .

E.

My dad has had his toll paid for him. He was amused by the bumper sticker on the car in front of him and the driver must have seen him laugh and point it out, and s/he paid dad’s toll.

This was on the Golden Gate Bridge, and toll at the time was 3, not .50. Now it’s $5. I’d love it if someone paid my toll.

My apartment complex has curbside trash pickups Monday/Wednesday/Friday mornings at 7:00. You leave your trash out before midnight the evening before and they’ll dig through it looking for an envelope and smacka $50 fine on you. Good enough. If they feel they MUST provide this service (which bugs the shit out of me because I hate seeing trash, even temporarily, all over the complex) at least they’re enforcing a policy to discourage folks who drop their trash on the curb on Friday evening so it can fester all weekend. But that’s not what bugs me.

It’s the damned Mormon Missionaries in the 'hood. Elders. See, Sunday is the day I pray to Mr. Clean, Ajax and Finish off the week’s laundry. Without getting into details, the kitchen trash may spend 15-30 minutes by the front door, after which time I run it over to the Dumpster. Last week The Elders came by…they now I’m already on the church’s books as a Jack, and that I’m not coming back, but they’re nice enough blokes. Little fellahs needed to borrow a kitchen knife (I kept my human sacrifice jokes to myself). Handed over the knife and away they went. Went to get rid of the trash and found it was gone. “No problem,” hinks I, “Mrs. Montoya came home a few minutes ago, she must have take the trash to the dump for me. She’s shaping right up.” Monday night when I get home I have a love note from the office advising me that they are pleased to be billing my account $50 for violating the trash on the curb rule. After a brief consultation with Mrs. Montoya we conclude that neither of us took the trash to the curb, and neither took it to the dump. The do-gooders brought the knife back Tuesday night (clean) and gleefully admitted to doing us a good turn Sunday night. The road to Hell and all that…

I got it straightened out with them on Tuesday morning and they let me off the hook.

Uh…the office reversed the fine, that is. The Elders will NEVER let me off the hook!

Someone paid it for me and I had my money ready so I just paid for the person behind me. I could never owe the universe something.

I was really happy about customer service my bank provided so I sent them flowers anonymously. I hope they enjoyed them but I didn’t want to appear weird so I left it anonymous.

I’d like to (slightly) hijack this forum to send a thank you out to the universe in hopes that it finds the person who turned in my pocketbook this evening when I left it in a grocery cart in a parking lot.

I hope someone does you a similar kindness one day.