The people. The good people. Of course no place is perfect. No group of people is perfect. Of course we meet good people everywhere. And anywhere. And any time. But I met one today and so I need to give a shout out.
I dropped off some dry cleaning at Riverside Cleaners. It was a bit complicated of an order involving some work for a tailor. Maybe I am getting too big for my britches.
In the process of explaining the situation, I put an envelope with some important papers down on the counter. Going in I made a mental note not to forget the envelope. Apparently my mind heard the mental not as saying, “Forget the envelope.” So I did.
As I entered a restaurant a few doors up the street, I felt someone tug on my arm. I turned around to find the manager from Riverside Cleaners with my envelope in her hand.
Imperfect we may be, but I gotta love New Yorkers.
Let me know if you need a recommendation for a dry cleaner.
See you along the Trail.
Along the Graybeard Trail 