Chico Is The Man!

The other night I bested, with the grace of God, 17-degree Boston weather en route to pick up my car at the shop. After persuading the bus driver to drop me right at the gas station repair shop, I eagerly awaited to pick up my car that I had to wait three months to take to the shop in the first place.

I greeted the owner of Chico’s and he welcomed me warmly. When I went to the cashier to pay, I realized that I didn’t have my debit card with me. After calling the house and getting the answering machine, twice, I began to dread the walk back home, in the cold. Plus, I would have to make the frigid trip BACK to Chico’s the next day to pick up my car.

Suddenly, the owner came out and asked me what was up. Why was I still here? I told him that I forgot my debit card, so I would have to come back. He asked me where was home, and I told him it was just about a twenty minute walk away.

Without breaking stride he pulled out my key out of the repair order, handed it to me, and said it was too cold to walk tonight.

He never mentioned coming back soon or anything like that. Granted I was a customer he knew, but it was the ease by which he did what he did that lifted my soul. With all the turmoil in the world, and the hype the media adds to it. It was a blessing to experience such a random act of kindness.