A Story for Friday...

So this morning, I'm on my way to work. I'm thinking, today is a good day I like today. I get off the skytrain come up the long escalator at Granville head up the stairs towards the exit to Granville Street. I open the door and look back to courtiously hold it for the guy behind me, he says "Thanks man!" as he goes by and I smile, today is a good day.

Then I turn around to continue my happy journey to work and I knock over a 4 year old girl, face first into the gross grimy cement at the entrance to the Granville Skytrain station. She starts screaming, I just stand there and say "Oh my god, are you ok?!" Her mom who was a couple feet behind her comes running over, and I'm like crap! "I'm so sorry about that, I didn't see her!" The nice mom says it's ok it's not your fault. And all I could do was say I'm sorry and this little girl is screaming her head off. I look up from the scene I have just created and there are those stupid 24 newspaper handout people staring at me like I just punched her in the face. So I slink past them head down, grabbing a paper as I go by just to seem like I really am a nice guy, and don't often go around knocking little girls to the gross slimy cement at skytrain stations.

That all being said, as I see it, I probably scored that little girl a free icecream or lolipop from her mom to make her feel better. So really I think that little girl should be thanking me...right...right??

...I feel like a huge jerk...