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YOU DROPPED SOMETHING
How many times have we all witnessed what we perceive to be an injustice? We see a wrong, and wish we could think of something to make it right. It bothers us. Usually, we think of something several hours later, but the opportunity to act on those thoughts is long gone. We find ourselves mumbling, “Man, I wish I had done this,” or “If I ever see that person again, I’m gonna give them what for,” or maybe, “If I ever encounter something like that again, I’m gonna do …”. I suppose that’s why I take great pleasure in seeing someone else that can not only think of what to do in the moment, but has the imagination and intestinal fortitude to act on those thoughts.
As I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed four young lads dumping fast food wrappers and garbage out of their car onto the parking lot. I couldn’t believe what I was watching! Blatant littering is frowned upon in our society, so I thought it terribly bold of them to be doing this in a public place, in broad daylight. Once they finished cleaning out the car, they all got out and went into the store.
Parked next to me, was a gentleman in a van. I could see by the lettering on his van that he was a locksmith. I won’t mention the company, as he asked me not to.
As I was taking note of their licence plate, and preparing to take a photo so as to turn them into by-law enforcement so that they could be fined, the gentleman in the locksmith van got out of his vehicle, gave me a wink and walked over to their car. Being a locksmith, he had no problem getting into their car. He then picked up all the garbage they had thrown on the ground and put it back into their car, making sure to scoop up lots of snow to throw on the seats as well. He then calmly locked the door and closed it again.
I was already amused. But, as I chuckled, I realized he wasn’t done yet. He was writing something on a piece of paper. It took him several minutes as he pondered, wrote a little, pondered some more, and then finished his note. He then lifted the windshield wiper and placed the note under it and walked back to his van. I rolled down the window and clapped, letting him know that I had an appreciation for what I just witnessed. He took a bow, we chatted a bit, and then he hopped back in his van and left.
I decided not to place a complaint with bylaw enforcement, as I’m not entirely sure what the consequences might have been for the gentleman that had just broken into their car to put the litter back. Besides, I’m sure sitting on dirty, wet, seats when they returned to their car would be an appropriate wake-up call. But I was curious as to what he wrote on the note. So, I stopped by their car on my way into the store to get a glimpse. I found myself laughing uncontrollably.
The note read “To the owner of this car, I noticed you dropped some of your belongings, so I put them back in your car for you. No need to thank me, we as citizens must look out for each other. P.S. I didn’t realize you had your pets in one of the food bags until two of them scurried out of it when I put it back in your car. They’re fast little fellas, so I couldn’t get them back in the bag. I probably spooked them, sorry about that. I think one of them went under your back seat. I lost track of the other one. Hopefully you only had the two. If you had more than two pet mice, I’m sorry, but I didn’t see them. Have a nice day.”
Well, folks, it took every fibre of my being, to make myself leave before they returned. I would have loved to have seen their faces when they returned to their car. I still chuckle as visions of those lads tearing that car apart to rid it of mice play over and over in my head.