It was Just a Toy Truck

I was a bit annoyed yesterday and so that elicits one or more of these three things: I shop, I eat or I clean. Luckily yesterday I cleaned and so today I had some stuff to donate Goodwill. I cannot make a deposit without making a withdrawal too so I was poking about the store. I am crazy in that I think life is a giant 3D tv for my sole enjoyment and I like to watch. I saw a handsome young Mexican man and his pretty wife and adorable infant. I made note of it because it pleased me to see such a nice little family. I watched as they went over and over a tonka type truck for little, little kids. The dad's eyes were excited but the mom's were not so keen. Looking to maximize their shopping they stayed with the little outfits and shoes they sorted out of the heaps of stuff in the store.

I got stuck as I tend to do and just kept looking. They walked up to the register and all was very average until I thought that it is only 3 days to Christmas, this is killing me. I walked over and picked up the truck and brought it to the family as they were checking out. I gave it to the cashier to ring with their stuff and then handed the cashier a twenty. I said to the young dad in Spanish, "Merry Christmas to you and your beautiful family." I don't know, it just all happened so fast. He started to say thanks but I put up my hand as his eyes said more thanks than he could ever express in words. And I said in English, "Merry Christmas".