Post # 1
My FI has his birthday today. He has had people combine christmas and birthday his whole, life, giving him his present on Christmas instead, which was always disappointing, and we made a pact early on that I would never do that to him.
This year, I ordered him a folding poker table for his birthday from a major department store. It was supposed to be here on Tuesday, but of course with Christmas is was late, and only got here today. I managed to make it over to pick it up just a few minutes before closing, only to find that it was much bigger than I thought, and it wouldn’t fit in my tiny Honda Civic. I was so disapointed that I wouldn’t be able to give it to my FI on his birthday.
A random guy who had just picked up his new washer and dryer from the same store noticed the struggle we were having trying to cram the damn thing into my car, and as I was making arrangements for them to take the poker table back and come back the nice day, he suggested that we put it in the back of his pick up and he would follow me home.
Thank you random stranger for your act of kindness! It reminder me that there are good people out there, and my FI is currently having an awesome time with his friends playing poker in our basement, and was so excited to get his present. I can’t tell you how much it was appreciated that this guy was willing to take 10 min out of his day to help a complete stranger!
Post # 3
What a great story, and such a sweet man.
Post # 4
What a sweet gesture! That’s awesome!!!
Post # 5
@Utopia4us: You have way more cajones than me. I would have worried that he knew where I lived. Very sweet man!! 🙂
Post # 6
Aww, that was lovely of him.
I have two, actually.
My work collected items to donate to two local shelters this year. We got a TON of stuff, and the other lady who works there and I delivered everything on Thursday. We stopped at the first place, which is a Christian-based shelter, and fairly nice (for being in a bad part of town). We really only saw the lady at the front desk, who was VERY happy about the stuff we brought in.
The second place was scary, and very sad. It was a small, run-down building, but pulled me to it because they accept everyone through their doors. There were tons of people hanging around outside, and the inside was packed and SO busy. We were obviously very out of place, and one of the residents (I guess that’s what you’d call him?) stopped us and asked us what we needed. We told him that we had donations to bring in, and we didn’t know where to take them. His face LIT UP and he told us that he would help. Another resident standing at the desk area grabbed my arm and said thank you with a big smile, and we went back out to the car. He grabbed half of what we had and we grabbed the rest, and he took us inside and showed us where to put it all. We were going to tell them where it was from, but the two people behind the desk were pretty overwhelmed and we decided that it didn’t really matter whether or not they knew. On our way out, the same guy at the desk stopped us again, and thanked us several times for taking the time to think about them and bring in stuff that they really needed (mostly personal care items).
So then yesterday, FI and I finally went to this local fancy restaurant that we’ve had a gift certificate for for almost a year (!!!). Even if I got everything I wanted AND he got what he wanted, we weren’t going to come close to using the entire thing (and we couldn’t use it for a tip). We took our time and our section filled up, so we started watching people around us, and chose an older couple in the corner. We told our server that we had a gift certificate for the meal, and that the cash was his, and to please put the remainder of our certificate towards the table in the corner’s meal (he was their server, too). He was kind of stunned for a second, asked if we wanted him to let them know, and we said that it didn’t really matter, wished him happy holidays, and left.
Post # 7
@WillyNilly: hah that’s a good point. I was more worried that he would take it and NOT follow me, but before we left he confirmed with the people working there that they had all his info since he had just picked stuff up too, and they would be more than happy to give me the info to make a police report if necessary, so I figured he could be trusted. Also this is going to sound awful, but he had a regional accent fTom a region where people have a rep of being really nice.
Post # 8
@Utopia4us: Hahaha that’s awesome. Was it followed by an ‘eh’ or ‘doncha know’, by chance?
Post # 9
@WillyNilly: actually yes… But I am also Canadian so that means nothing here!