Small things

So, there Tricia and I were, headed up to Deliverance City to pick up one of the other residents from workshop. Now, the Deliverance City Festival is going on this week, and there are all sorts of festival goings-on outside the workshop, including food. Tricia had desperately wanted to go, but she was out of money herself. Thus, the following transpired.

We were talking outside, when Tricia espied a french-fry wagon. "Fwies, honey?" she inquired hopefully. I was a bit sad, because she had really wanted to go, and I hadn't been able to take her what with her having no money. Then I remembered! I had just cashed my check from the Survey People and as such, had three dollars! Surely, enough to buy at least a small fry! The workshop director advised me that I was correct in this assumption, so off we went.

Well, you have never seen someone so excited to get a small fry. Tricia sprinted across the street, me flapping in the breeze behind her. I gave her the money, and she paid the lady, chattering happy all the while. She got her small fry, and guarded it jealously all the way home, so that she could eat it without spilling. She kept saying, "That's my lunch!" all the way home and beaming.

The residents really make you think sometimes. Sure, I could have come up with something to do with the $2 that the small order of fries cost for myself, but I wouldn't remember what I had gotten in a month. Where, for Tricia, this was a huge thing. And it made, if not her week, at least her day. It makes one think about all the things that we ourselves really do have, for a change.