Quarter, nickel, dime, dollah
Dec. 6th, 2007 06:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wwcitizenIt's cold in the city today and my day was long and full of heavy-hitting conversations. My last conversation related to communication and asking a project team member - pleading with her - to communicate better. The discussion escalated and my frustration was very evident because my words didn't seem to be falling on listening ears. This topic has been mentioned, emailed, discussed, escalated to upper managers with this specific peoject team for the better part of three weeks - internally and externally. At the end of the day, a good thoroughly written and communicated email went out to the correct recipients. Whereas I was happy about that email (signifying that an incling of my logic and pleas had eked into that team member through other distractions of the day), the passion and emotion our conversation evoked left me disheartened even still.
That person happened to take the elevator down with me. I was uncomfortable. She made her labored way out of the building and I chose to linger behind and give her and me some peace. She also happens to take my train to Port Authority, too.
I eventually caught up to her because she's got knee problems and walks poorly (until she has surgery at the end of the month). So, I waited behind even longer, letting her take the first train while I sat on a bench outside a hotel in the cold, pensive and contemplative.
Out of nowhere this young kid approahced me with a box of candy. He was trying to sell his box of candy for charity.
As a person who doesn't trust people much on the street, I was wary and declined (I didn't want to reach for my wallet). The kid sat down next to me to explain what he was selling and for whom. I declined yet again.
He looked at me with the best entrepreneurial gaze and said, "would you care to donate to the cause? Quarter, nickel, dime, dollah?"
That question and his delivery made me chuckle, even though I declined yet again. That little interchange took my mind off the afternoon and my last meeting. That little kid with "Quarter, nickel, dime, dollah?" was an angel.
That person happened to take the elevator down with me. I was uncomfortable. She made her labored way out of the building and I chose to linger behind and give her and me some peace. She also happens to take my train to Port Authority, too.
I eventually caught up to her because she's got knee problems and walks poorly (until she has surgery at the end of the month). So, I waited behind even longer, letting her take the first train while I sat on a bench outside a hotel in the cold, pensive and contemplative.
Out of nowhere this young kid approahced me with a box of candy. He was trying to sell his box of candy for charity.
As a person who doesn't trust people much on the street, I was wary and declined (I didn't want to reach for my wallet). The kid sat down next to me to explain what he was selling and for whom. I declined yet again.
He looked at me with the best entrepreneurial gaze and said, "would you care to donate to the cause? Quarter, nickel, dime, dollah?"
That question and his delivery made me chuckle, even though I declined yet again. That little interchange took my mind off the afternoon and my last meeting. That little kid with "Quarter, nickel, dime, dollah?" was an angel.
