I’m in Cambridge, Ontario for the LPGA golf tournament. I love watching women hit the ball down the middle and sink curling putts. Plus most of them are friendly … just nice people.
Tonight I went to Boston Pizza for supper. I enjoy watching sports on their large screen TVs. I keep searching for myself onscreen but no luck so far. I ordered the spinach and artichoke dip that comes with pita wedges. Yummy. I was chowing down and not being very observant about my remaining pieces. Oops. Three pita bits to go and lots of dip. Oh well. A few spoonfuls of dip would go down just fine.
And then Adrianne the bartender comes over and says “Would you like a few nacho chips to finish off your dip?” I stared for a second, and then smiled. “Yes, that would be wonderful.”
I fell into the moment of kindness. It seemed to represent all the kindnesses that have come my way in life. It was lovely. Adrianne was lovely. I believe I thanked her three more times.
When it was time to pay, I reached for my wallet. But an empty pocket greeted my hand. Panic … but just for a second. I remembered that I’d left the wallet in Scarlet’s console this morning. I didn’t want to lug it around all day on the course.
To Adrianne: “I have a problem. My wallet’s in the car.” > “That’s fine. We’ll chase you if you don’t return.” > “Back in three minutes.”
So off I went into the night. I stopped walking halfway across the parking lot. I realized that there was no possibility of me getting in Scarlet and leaving. That’s not who I am. Choosing to go back in and pay my bill had nothing to do with the prospect of being caught if I didn’t. Acting with integrity is simply essential to my being. I couldn’t live with myself if I hadn’t paid. (Oh. That’s me. How ’bout that?)
No need for a place of worship
No need for a mountain top
A chain restaurant will do nicely
Wonderful!!!!
Thanks, Adele. I never know what’s around the next corner. Let’s go out to dinner soon.