I passed the same bucket twice today and as I had vowed to donate to every bucket i pass, i donated twice. The bell ringer was the tiniest cutest woman. She had, in her lap, a small box of red suckers and salvation army pencils that i really, really wanted but i refrained. If she had offered i might have taken a pencil but i think i would have felt weird if i had dropped in the coins and then promptly reached in the box and taken a pencil. You're welcome and thank YOU!
Anyway, so on my way back i donated again and it occurred to me that she might have remembered me. Not a lot of time had passed between donations. I wonder what she was thinking. "Um, you again? Trying a little too hard, aren't we? Ok, ok, you're a good person. We get it." Oh well. A vow is a vow. Still kind of funny though. All my good intentions have potential backfireages, but probably only in my mind. I wish i would have made more of an effort to disguise myself on the way back. More.. as if i made some kind of small effort. i wonder what that would have been. Time to stop. Happy trails.