Saturday evening I went to Target to pick up a couple of things. As I pulled into the parking lot the bottom dropped out of the sky, so I put on my jacket as I got out of the car.
There was a pretty young redhead (a little too young for me, relax, Cindi) under the overhang, waiting out a storm that simply wasn't going to let up. She was wearing a casual black dress that was still a little much for a shopping trip to pick up laundry detergent and fabric softener.
Maybe the dress was all that was clean. I don't know. Anyway, I thought about offering her my jacket so she could go out to her car, then she could drive back to the front of the store and hand it back out of the window.
It would have been a simple thing to do. But I didn't do it. "She'll think that's weird," I decided. So I smiled a "hey, it's really raining" smile at her and walked by.
Well no more of that. I want to be the person who makes a fool of himself, if that's what it takes, helping others. The one who is overly chivalrous. The one who stops for people on the side of the road. The one who takes the extra moment or two on a busy day to make people happy.
Of course, I've always wanted to be that person, so we'll see how it goes. If you know me, feel free to hold me to this.