I haven’t had the best past few nights.. or days I guess you could even say.
I told someone (B) I loved them – again and again, only to have them tell me months later they have no recollection of it.
Anyway, tonight I decided to go to dinner out. Not order in, but actually go, order there, and take it with me. I asked my neighbor to come with me. However, with a work deadline looming she was unable. Consequently, I went solo. I decided to walk – since it’s only a mile, maybe a mile and a half away. I wanted a White Gummy Bear Martini flowing through my veins… and I wanted some chicken pad thai and chicken satay to go… to eat at home while watching Bones.
Along my way, I ran into a homeless man. He didn’t ask me for money, but instead asked me for food. I decided to bring him with me to dinner, telling him I would buy him something.
Instead of going to a cheaper restaurant, I decided to go to the same place. We walked in, went to the bar, and sat down.
I sat there, watching him stare at the menu. I wasn’t sure if it was due to the prices ($14-$21 for an entree), so I told him he was welcome to get whatever he wanted. He told me he couldn’t see the menu… His lack of money for glasses (or untreated diabetes – whose to know which) had left him unable to see the print describing the items at this Thai restaurant.
I wound up getting him a Shrimp Pad Thai (he told me he didn’t like chicken) to eat there (he said the seats there were nicer than at the bus stop) and I ordered him a soda as well as some rice to take with him.
He wound up migrating from the bar to an actual table due to the more comfortable seating. So I sat at the bar drinking my White Gummy Bear martini thinking about how fortunate I am to be able to order an entree at a restaurant like for my dog (I ordered a chicken satay to go for Moscato), when some people can’t afford to eat there period.
It was like some little miracle reminding me that even though life is painful emotionally right now, it could be so much worse.
That man did me a favor. Yes, it may have cost me $80 (with tip), but really? I came out ahead.
And let me say the bartender at the King and I tonight – who reminded me of Vivienne Westwood (such perfection) – was so incredibly kind. I know some restaurants would not have enjoyed having a man toting around his life in bags walk into their restaurant… however, they were quite accepting.
Thank you. To the man and to that bartender.
I am in a better place tonight because of both of you.