Today’s Heartwarmer is from Astoria, Oregon. At the end of my quick stay there…heading out, on my way to Portland. Needed to get gas, so I find a gas station on the edge of town.
As I drive up, a sort of rough looking older-ish man with a big round belly, dressed in overalls and a flannel shirt comes over to my car.
I, once again, am startled and need to remind myself that I’m in Oregon. I resist the inclination to open my car door, with credit card in hand. I’m in Oregon now. A gas station in Oregon. That means full service.
I quickly catch on, start laughing, and roll down my window: “Happens every time. I always get so confused in Oregon – I always forget!”
Attendant, with a sweet smile: “No, no…you just sit back and relax. That’s what I’m here for!”
“Thanks. Fill ‘er up, please!” And I give him my credit card.
With that, our interaction is on pause while he starts filling the tank. And begins conversation with a co-worker – a not so dissimilar looking guy in overalls. Tough guys. Talking shop.
Co-worker: “How was your break, bro?”
My attendant: “Oh! It was good, I had some yogurt, some strawberries, and a banana.”
Co-worker: “Man, sounds like you’re eating pretty healthy. That’s cool. What’s up with that?”
My attendant: “Well, yeah…My girl, she’s been packing my lunch. Good stuff.”
Co-worker: “Awesome! I get the lunch too…love it.”
They then spend a good 2 minutes or so remarking on their appreciations:
Pause. The two men stand and stare sideways. With contentment on their faces and satiation in their bellies.
Breaking the sweet reveries…my attendant: “Oh yeah. She also makes me breakfast in the morning, too, when I’m getting ready.”
Co-worker: “Shit! I get the lunch, but not the breakfast. You’re fucking lucky.”
My attendant: “Not luck, my friend. Not luck at all. I know what to do. And I do it. That’s the key, dude. Just do what’s important.”
My attendant: “And never…. Never EVER forget her birthday!”
Sweet appreciation and solid advice from Astoria, Oregon.
And my heart is warmed. 🙂