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Small Instance of Humanity, Part Trois

March 1, 2011

I left the Safeway, already doing the balancing act of plastic bags and purse.  It was shocking warm for February, and people were taking advantage of the sun to come out of their hibernating houses.  For DC, people were being almost unnaturally social and friendly.  I hadn’t gone half a block before a little nut-brown man called out to me.  He was selling flowers.

“You want some flowers?  Come buy some flowers!”

I stopped and commented how beautiful they were.  He looked at me curiously.  He didn’t have all his teeth, but nonetheless he had a charming smile.  He asked me, Do I know you from somewhere?  I said I didn’t think so.  He continued to try to place me, asking if I went to the local pawn shop recently (no), bought flowers from him before (nope!) or was at that party of his cousin Marcos (huh?).  In the end he gave up, but assured me I looked familiar to him.  He held out a red carnation to me.

“For my old friend.  For you are my old friend, even if can’t remember from where!”  I laughingly tried to protest and hand back the flower.

“No, no, you keep it,” he assured, as he added two pink carnations and a large cheerful red flower I didn’t know the name of.

“I’m Luca,” I told him.  He responded that his name was Raja.  He gave me a hug.  I thanked him profusely and told him I’d bring them to work to lighten up the office.  He told me that anytime I stopped by, he’d have a flower for me.

Off I was towards home again, now doing the balancing act of plastic bags and purse and bouquet.  A man I passed off of Mount Pleasant told me “Happy Birthday!”  I assume he assumed the flowers were a birthday gift.

I was just one of those glorious days when everyone seems good.

Senseless acts of beauty

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  1. March 2, 2011 8:22 PM


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