Daveed Reviews

R. A. K.

Every now and then, once I'm pretty sure the human race is ready for me to give up on it, someone does something that is so random, so uncontrived and so selfless that it grabs me by the scruff of my neck and makes me think twice. Some people call moments like this a Warm Fuzzy, Good Deed For the Day or possibly a Misinterpretation Of Someone’s Attempt To Gain By Doing Something Nice For You. Whatever. I like to call these moments Random Acts of Kindness, RAK for the sake of easing my carpel tunnel.

Recent RAK #1:
Part of my job is to visit really important attorneys that work for really important law firms that represent really important clients. If I haven’t told you, my job is, yes, really important. During these outings, I stop at some of the small shops on the ground floor of the really important office buildings that office the really important law firms for water or cough syrup or breath mints.

During one of these visits, I walk into a shop owned by Apu’s cousin or uncle and grab a bottle of Ozarka and 2 packages of peanut butte crackers. After asking when the slurpee machine would be repaired, I hand Apu’s kin my goodies and my debit card. In his best Apu dialect, he says “I am sorry, but we do not accept debit or credit cards.” “Oh, my bad” I say and I turn to put my snack away, but Apu puts his hand on my wrist and says “That’s ok. You can just pay me next time.”

It was only $2 worth of food and drink, but it was so unexpected and so altruistic that all I could do was smile HUGE, and offer my sincere thanks. I took my grub and smiled all the way to the car.

RAK Apu.

Recent RAK #2:
In yet another visit to a store inside a large office building, I grabbed 2 more packages of peanut butte crackers and a Gatorade for Women (AKA Propel). This store is part of a chain and this chain has their own Big Brother card to help them track the purchases of several demographics. Like Tom Thumb and Kroger, this chain tries to entice you to use their Big Brother tracking card by offering specials to their card’s holders. Incidentally, I don’t have one of these cards. At least, not to this particular chain.

On this day, this chain was offering 2 for 1 bottles of Gatorade for Women. Because I am not a Big Brother tracking card, I only took one bottle of Gatorade for Women to the counter. As the cashier rings up my morning snack, she tells me that the Gatorade for Women is 2 for 1.
“Thanks, but I don’t have a card” I say, kind of sheepishly.
She looks at me, furrows her brow in a “Hey, dumb ass” look and says “Do you want another one or not?”
“I’ll go get it”

RAK Shaniqua

Recent RAK #3:
I imagine that everyone has been to or even made a post on a web forum of some type. One of the forums I visit daily if for the Texas Bicycle Racing Association. I rarely post anything on this site but, when I do, I try to make sure it is as grammatically correct as possible so that the denizens of this forum don’t lose their focus on the message because they are too busy leering at my grammatical errors. Today I made a post and proofed it, but it wasn’t until I went back to reread it after I posted it that I realized I had made a few errors.

I followed this post by replying to my own post, preemptively calling out my own grammatical errors, hoping to keep the attention on the meat of the thread and not my use of loose over lose.

I return to my computer a few hours later and this message is in my Inbox. The subject line says grammar and the body of the message simply says: got your back, yo. The author of this simple note is one of the forum moderators. He had gone through my original post and corrected my errors, then removed my CYA post, sparing me from endless ridicule from the forum hacks.

RAK KANE

posted by daveed @ 19.4.06