tell me why everytime i go to cinnabon there's always something going on? always! last time i went, i had my mind set on a small caramel chillatta. the cashier goes, "sorry ma'am, no caramel." why?! why?! why?! i told him i wasn't coming back. he just looked at me knowingly. ok, fine, i was gonna come back the very next day. so!
back to what happened today... we do this every once in a while when things are slow, we do a "cinnabon run". i give my order and cashier gives me the total : $15.70. then i realized i didn't have enough money! so i turn around to ask the other person i came with for a dollar. mind you, it was a busy night for cinnabon and it was crammed full of people! he comes up to me and tells me that he doesn't have cash. in all the confusion, a kbr guy gave a dollar. i said thank you in my most beauty pageant voice. i even threw a "you're so nice!" in there, too! i even gave him back his change in pogs complete with a breathless "thank you". he got his order first, turns around and thanks us for "everything that we do and for supporting our country". or something along those lines.
i wonder, am i gonna be one of those people when i get out?
later we were talking about how that stranger was so nice to give me a dollar. when this question came up... was he just being nice or was he being nice because i was a girl? the guy i went with to cinnabon said it was because i was a girl. he says he's never ever been extended such courtesy. i don't care. he was being nice. i absolutely believe in random acts of kindness. besides that, i don't genderize kindness.
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