At two o’clock on
Wednesday afternoon I was at the local branch of a bank. I had to cash a check otherwise I wouldn’t
have been there… I didn’t expect many people to be there; but I was fifth in
line. There were five teller windows,
but, naturally, only one was open.
The line was pretty diverse: a tall, young black guy who
looked bored; a middle-aged black lady who looked tired; a young white guy holding
a child of about two in his arms; an elderly white woman who kept looking
around; and me.
Methinks “Only one teller window open, figures.” “They’re probably trying to save money by
keeping personnel to minimum staffing—at the expense of customer patience and
convenience."
As we stood in line buried in our own thoughts and lives,
suddenly the little boy, cried out loudly:
“Daddy, Daddy”
“What is it, son?” His father asked with mild curiosity.
In a most happy little voice, the child asked, “Daddy,
Dracula bite neck?”
We all burst out laughing: the tiredness, boredom, and other
worries of our day melted away; we were no longer strangers but one happy family. We all started chatting about TV shows,
children, families, patting the little boy, etc. I could only wonder what the little boy
watched on TV, but suddenly even Dracula sounded like a great guy in the child’s
happy little voice. Made my day, and everyone
else’s.
Whenever I’m sad, I remember this story, and it never fails
to make me smile.
By: Homeless with a Laptop, That is my Name
Бездомные с ноутбуком, это мое имя
