I awoke yesterday morning after a night of red wine at a friend’s birthday party, and the one great thing about the morning after drinking is eating a greasy breakfast sandwich. In this case it was Tim Horton’s sausage sandwich on a biscuit that had my name on it before I went to the BC Humanist meeting.
While I was waiting in line, these two people behind me were discussing what they wanted to buy with their Tim Horton’s gift cards. Not being regular patrons, they asked me for some advice, which I provided. After another minute or so of talking they offered to buy me my breakfast. I couldn’t turn an offer like that down.
So my persistent faith that people aren’t all that bad does have some anecdotal evidence to back it up now.
