An email was sent out at work at 1 pm announcing that the office would close at 3 pm in honor of Memorial Day weekend. "Hot diggity!" I thought to myself. "Hopefully my 2:30 will wrap up quickly and I shall be sailing promptly." At 4:30, I packed my shit up as fast as I could before someone asked me to do anything else and ran the fuck out. Since my new office is on Broadway, I've been walking home through the evil space known as Times Square. There was no way I would do that during a holiday weekend unless I wanted to get into a fistfight with someone, so I headed over toward 9th Ave. At my previous job, I used to walk home up 9th Avenue, and I always enjoyed it. There are much more interesting stores to peruse as I walk than the crap along the main tourist drag of Broadway in midtown.

When I arrived at the corner of 38th and 9th, I realized that my favorite deli was a block or two in other direction. It is my favorite deli because they have an excellent selection of calorie free Coke products and at a price that can't be beat - only $1.50 for a 20 oz. bottle! I debated walking out of my way, but it was pretty hot and I figured that I should just stop elsewhere. Lots of places sell Diet Coke with Lime.

Hence a block later when I noticed a filthy looking bodega, I stopped in. I found my beverage of choice (which I should not drink anyway because of acid reflux, but I was hot and aggravated and did not care) and went to pay. It was $1.65, which is still a good deal. I pulled out my wallet.

As I counted out change, a strapping guy popped into the store and grabbed a single pack of PopTarts. He held it up and the counter guy said, "A dollar fifty." Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the young man's face fall. "OK," I'll get something else," he said and put it back. I noticed he had a dollar bill in his hand. I could not help but think of how many times all I wanted was a motherfucking pack of PopTarts or a granola bar or a candy bar or something and I was just a little short. I looked at my wallet.

"Hey," I said. "I'll take care of it."

He turned to me in surprise. I smiled. "It's on me." I meant to pay for the whole thing, but he put his dollar bill down, thanked me, and took off.

I felt a lot better about the world.

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