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“Latins are tenderly enthusiastic. In Brazil, they throw flowers at you. In Argentina, they throw themselves." -- Marlene Dietrich

Random Act of Pizza

It wasn’t exactly like Amelie’s crazy behavior or Haley Joel Osment teaching Kevin Spacey how to pay it forward, but Wednesday, a random woman came up to me and gave me half her chicken pizza.

I left work at 6:30pm and went to pick up my dry cleaning, only to find the shop closed. As I mentally cursed them for having the craziest hours (what cleaners close at 6pm on a weeknight?), I muttered “fuck” under my breath as a young woman walked by holding a paper bag from Vie de France. I started to turn around to walk to the L'Enfant Metro when the following conversation took place:

“Do you want half my pizza?”
“What?”
“Do you want half my pizza? I told the guy at Vie de France that if he charged me half the price I would share half my pizza with someone.”
“Um, sure. Thanks a lot.”
“No problem.”
“Yeah, I thought the dry cleaners would close later.”
“Do you need something for tomorrow?”
“Yeah, kind of. I’ll figure something out.”
“Well, good luck.”
“Thanks again for the pizza.”
“Sure.”

I know it wasn’t a kidney or anything. And I know I wasn’t exactly put out by my cleaners’ draconian hours. But this random act made me feel better and brought a smile to my face on an otherwise gray, dreary day. So, wherever you are, Random Pizza Giver, thank you for cheering me up. The pizza was pretty good, too.

And, yes, I got my dry cleaning yesterday.
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