The funny thing about tonight is I didn't think there was any chance in hell that I would find anything blog worthy... Those are always the best nights (although blogging is new, hip, and cool to me). Even though tonight can't come close to comparing with some of the shenanigans that have been pulled at the McDonald's on Columbia (St I think) and King St (west, east, north, maybe south. I'm not exactly sure which way the compass points on King St in this area). But once again I need to post this because of the sheer "niceness" of the situation. Just a little bit of background, often when I go to any fast food driveway during the wee hours of the night I request extra smiles. Whether it be McDonald's, Wendy's, Tim Horton's (which have ripped me off seeing as I am currently 0 for 11 on the roll up the rim contest) I without fail request my extra smiles. But tonight was different, something eerie was in the air... I didn't even request extra smiles. Sure enough though the man approached the window saying, "$14.45 sir" with a massive smile one his face. Immediately I returned to my normal boisterous self and struck up a conversation. At first it seemed a little bit one sided, but he didn't really have any time to talk to be honest. Laughing as much as he was that was that is. For some reason the fact that he was the only McDonald's employee to have ever actually smiled while serving my "smart" ass after midnight just set me off. When I got a mere 55 cents as change I knew I had to donate it to Ronald McDonald's child foundation... Donation... The charity or whatever it is actually called (really tell me). But sure enough, when I looked at the damn windowsill there was no donation box! As stupid as I must of sounded, I asked this cheery chap where the "heck" his donation box was and as gracefully as a swan would (providing it could speak human language) he responded, "In my pocket buddy". This left the DD and me completely speechless, honestly I was just dying silently in the passengers seat. This prompted a quick back and forth about how 55 cents would be a pathetic tip for such a bad ass McDonald's employee. Unfortunately the cars behind me believed I had overstayed my welcome and it was time to leave, but not before this incredible employee assured me that my change would have safe passage from the drive-through window to the donation bin indoors.
I am sure that throughout this blog there will be many encounters that do not turn out nearly as well, I'm not so ignorant as to believe that I everyone appreciates such a "laissez-fair" attitude, but tonight I don't care. This post is dedicated to this brave employee, who against all odds smiled without so much as a request from me. Stay happy my friend... Stay happy!

P.S I hate Tim Horton's coffee... and I'm still 11 deep

talk about a cold shoulder

I was sloshing through the slush on my way home from school today when something suddenly caught my eye. While I was all bundled up, protected, and warm, this crazy man stood out in the cold wearing naught but a t-shirt, some pants, and a smile. This seemed like just the type of person that needed some cheer in his life. Now striking up conversation strangers is nothing new to me, but suddenly it's been given a purpose and this made me a little bit nervous. The thought of just walking on by crossed my mind, but I just couldn't let it happen, I knew exactly what to say. I sauntered up casual as could be and questioned this man on what he was doing out in this weather with nothing but a t-shirt on! I could tell he was taken aback when his smile started to quiver and shake, but I perceived and ended this meeting with a strong handshake. He was working on his car, and I'd seen enough people pass him by, he probably didn't even think the world still had any nice guys. He said his blinker was out and the police would pull him over for sure, I merely chuckled and replied. Don't worry about them, you seem pretty smart and I'm sure in a pinch you could come up with a lie as fast as the blink of an eye. At this point the man started to warm up to me, he let out a hearty laugh and began packing up his stuff. As he turned around to get out of the cold, I cracked one more quick joke and his response was to shake my hand. These are the people I love, the kinds who are not too concerned with themselves and although he was cold and probably upset he couldn't legally drive around, he still took the time to give me a proper farewell.