After being the recipient of a random act of kindness (one involving a cocktail, nonetheless), I had boldly stated that I, too, would carry the torch of niceness. Mine is really more of a stick with a kerosene-soaked burning rag at the end, but it is a NICE stick with a kerosene-wrapped rag at the end.
I don't do this for the fame or the money.
I don't do it because I want a plaque or a medal (well, maybe a small trophy of some sort- please, though, keep it modest. I'm humble like that), but I do it because I want to show that I am not the sort to make sweeping statements and promises that I never follow up on (well, not this one anyways. This one is different. Like how I lost interest in accordion lessons almost immediately upon starting them, but that was only because I didn't fully understand my musical calling: the piano. No, I mean drums. Shit! No, it was the saxophone...).
Randomly nice or sort of nice or let's-just-call-them-nice Whiskeymarie acts in the last 1+ weeks:
* Gave away a VERY lucrative catering, even though I would like the $$, to a mom I like who just had the engine blow on her minivan.
* Sent someone close to me some $$, even though we're not exactly spewing cash from our money fountain in the back yard right now.
* Didn't call animal control on my neighbor that lets her 2 hyper dogs Bark and bark and bark and bark and bark and bark and bark and bark and bark and bark and bark. (our fair city has a 5-minute dog barking ordinance.) Anyone who knows me knows that I normally DO NOT put up with this sort of shit. I'm giving her another month and another talking to before I act. Maybe not exactly qualifying me for sainthood, but nice for me.
* Didn't tell a coworker she was being a total bitch, even though she was.
* Cleaned up garbage as I walked in my neighborhood the other day. My neighbors probably thought I was working off my community service sentence. I should have worn an orange jumpsuit. With heels and a propeller beanie.
* Had a random dog wander into my yard without a tag and spent the next 30 minutes trying to find the owner. When I found them, and even though it turned out to be the most hated house in the neighborhood, I was still very nice and polite. Though, it was a good dog they don't deserve and I should have kept her. Nice? Maybe, maybe not.
That's all for now- I have to go and do my second catering of the day at some rich asshole's pool party. I got called last minute & agreed to it.
Can I count that one too? I say yes.
Be nice to each other. Do nice things.
Unless you don't want to- then just be an asshole.
It's o.k, I do it all the time.