Spit

In line this morning, the rain was doing what I affectionately like to call, "spitting." This is when, instead of nice fat rain droplets that obey the laws of gravity, the rain blows in the direction of your face, wherever may be. It is light, and obnoxious, and I don't really think it's worthy of being called "rain." When I ask what the weather is like outside when it's spitting rain, I don't want to hear, "It's raining," I want to hear, "It's annoying." That would be a better description.

Back to waiting in line. The man behind me was holding a large umbrella that was keeping most of the rain away, though only a complete body-encompassing shield could have worked with this stuff. I suppose he noticed that he was a gentlemen with an umbrella, surrounded by a few ladies sans umbrella, because offered to place it over the head of the woman behind him. It was quite endearing that he decided to extend an old-fashioned courtesy, and I smiled to myself as I walked in my building, glad I witnessed a little act of kindness.

When the majority of what I hear about in news, stories, etc., revolves around error, insufficiency and conflict, sometimes I forget that normal, and by normal I mean kind, people are out there. Good things happen too. It's funny how our news sources report mostly on everything bad that is happening, and generally have one little time designated to "the good life," or whatever they choose to call it. Aren't our victories and simple pleasures just as important to report as the little failures and petty occurrences? I'd like to think so.

So this is my news flash for the day: Man saves dying chivalry by holding umbrella for woman standing behind him. And he didn't even ask for her number.