Two happy boys. One unhappy commuter.
We leave for Paris again tomorrow, and this time we are taking our two boys.
Though Evan and I have been traveling back and forth about every six weeks, the boys haven't been there since last year. It's been all smiles and talks of taking the metro, eating croissants and riding the carousels.
Of course I keep focusing on the plane ride, and the impeding chaos that entails.
But I've been practicing random acts of kindness all day in order to put as much good karma into the world as I can.
One act wasn't too well received, however. I was in Penn Station, and a woman was rushing through the subway turnstile trying to catch an approaching train. Her metro card had insufficient funds and she freaked out. So I swiped my card figuring I'd help her out. Well, she freaked out more. I mean really, really freaked out. This is what she said (screamed):
"Why did you do that? WHY did you do that? Now I feel guilty. WHY did you do that? You shouldn't have done that. WHY, WHY did you do that?!?"
I didn't know whether to feel guilty or laugh. After all, we're only talking about $2.25.