I worked all day on Easter, braving the post-church annoyingly poor people with their older senile relatives to try and make a buck or two. The brunch crowd was particularly cheap, compared to other weeks, and the dinner crowd was non-existant. A couple of odd things happened.
A lady took my picture as I was clearing her daughter's plate from the table. Now that a lot of people have digital cameras, they seem to be more likely to take pictures of anything and everything. I'm hoping the photo has been deleted in favor of some hunky guy somewhere.
One of my other tables consisted of a mother, and father, their two children, and what looked to be a homeless man that they picked up to give a free meal to. Listening in on theif conversations led me to believe that they didn't know him, so he wasn't a crazy uncle or anything. The staff was of two minds about the whole affair. It's one of the nicest things I think I've seen someone do in a long, long time. Others thought that it was a really dangerous thing to do, with the two children involved.
The more I thought about it, the more I think it wasn't all that dangerous, and was a pretty cool thing to do to celebrate Easter. I'm not particularily religious in a judeau(this seems ratehr french for a hebrew term. I'm probably spelling it wrong)-christian sort of way, but to celebrate your saviors rebirth by doing something that he'd totally approve of has got to be one of the best gestures I've seen in a long time. Something to keep in mind every time you hear someone talk about how they've lost faith in humanity or some such. There is still kindness out there, it's just hiding sometimes.
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