Limited edition

The panic on the boy’s face was evident. She could see it whenever she turned around, for the sake of getting to move her feet a little bit. Slowly but surely, the line would move. Slowly but surely, the toy was being sold. The stack of boxes on the counter grew smaller and smaller.

Grew? Probably the wrong word. Shrank. Shank more and more. She felt her heart pounding.

She heard the boy try to remain calm.

At some point she began to count the people left in front of her. She tried to compare that with the boxes left, especially as she saw the employees rummage around behind the counter, removing empty cardboard boxes and beginning to count themselves. Further back in line, people had already begun to disperse. Maybe to find another store where the line wasn’t as long, where people might have forgotten to check first for the release date.

The boy tried not to tug at the money in his hands. He wasn’t old enough to have a wallet. She wondered where his parents were.

There it was. Three people ahead of her. She had waited for this for months. Put enough of her allowance aside. It would soon be hers.

And yet… and yet.

“You can stand in front of me,” she told the boy. Still worried, he didn’t even question it. He darted around her, still trying to remain calm.

It was all worth it though, to see the way his face lit up when he got to the front. When he reached out to hand over his money and was given the prize in return.

Part of her remained disappointed, of course, but in the end, she knew she wouldn’t regret it for the world.

The feeling of Giving

I find myself thinking about all of the things I would do if I was rich.

Oddly enough, the first thing that comes to mind is tipping. The ability to go and eat at a restaurant and tip twice as much as what I paid for the food. I once found myself with extra tickets to go to the zoo and handed it out to the first couple I saw heading for the ticket booth. It was Christmas. I figure the tipping thing would give me that feeling times however many times I could do it. Which, if I was rich, would be however many times I wanted to do it.

Once I was in line at a fast food restaurant. The man in front of me had done something or another to get free food with his order, but he passed it on to me. What would it be like if I could just pay for the person behind me in line without having to then worry about how I would pay my bills?

Maybe this is wishful thinking, but I like to think that I am not the only one who feels this way. That without the stresses of the rest of life, a lot of people would simply like the feeling of helping someone out if they could. Maybe I can’t afford to do this all the time, as I would like.

But despite not being rich… I guess I can still do this occasionally.