Waiting in lines....
I have this little "thing" that I do, from time to time.....while I'm waiting in lines.
Nah, it's nothing dirty. Sorry.
What I do is watch the people around me, particularly those in front of me, who are already being serviced in whatever line I'm in. Sometimes, you get a chance to make a difference in someone's life, while waiting in line.
Today, I was waiting in line at the license plate office, where you pay for your car tags. While I was in line, there was this older lady, sitting down in a chair, at the counter. Usually there are no chairs at these counters, because they are designed so that you walk up to them and pay your fees and get your tags for your car, and walk away. But this lady had to sit down; she had a cane, and I noticed that she had a really rough time trying to stand. She rocked out of a sitting position into a standing one, when she had to get up. She used the momentum of the rocking to get out of the chair. She really should have been in a wheelchair; it must have been agony to walk down the sidewalk and into the building and into the license office, and then back to her car.
Anyway, I noticed that she was the only one sitting down at the counter, and then I watched what was going on with her and the clerk. Apparently, she needed more money, to get her plates for her car than she had available on her ATM card. She only needed another $27.75, but when the clerk said this, the lady just put her head against the counter, in resignation. I could imagine her having to go through the whole process of getting up and getting back to the licence office again, when she had more money, to pay the whole fee. So, I piped up and said, "I'll take care of that for her, honey," and walked over and gave the clerk a fifty.
The clerk came over to me, as I was paying my own fees, and gave me my change from the fifty, and the lady who I had paid the fees for tried to get my address, and when that failed, she tried to get me to name a charity to give the money to, to pay me back. Then, as I was leaving, another gentleman, in work clothes, came up to me with a ten and tried to give it to me, to "cover some of the cost." I thanked them both, and declined, of course.
I am very rich, you see. Not rich in the sense of money, but rich in another sense.
You know what I mean.
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I do know what you mean!
Thank you,
sheshe2
Thank you for sharing this wonderful experience! It's perfect for today, Valentine's Day. 
Thank you for being you.
