A Feel Good Story

Last night was going okay. Really, it wasn't too bad at all. I got to hang it with my favorite immature adolescents (I mentor at the middle school) (and it sounds like I'm being sarcastic-but I'm not. I really love those kids:). I talked to (coughmaybeflirtedwithcough) a couple of very attractive guys. And I had a good time hitting up the FHE.

But then I had to do a dumb CSIS assignment.
And then the computer kept freezing.
And there is just nothing like technical difficulties to turn a good day to awful.

You know what I'm saying?

And then I had to go to Wal-Mart. Which isn't exactly my favorite place in the world.
Especially not on Monday nights around 10.
The isles become a restocking obstacle course with all the boxes and bags and workers.
And, apparently, Wal-Mart only believes in two open check-out lines after ten.
Even though there were 5+ people in each line.

My roomie Amanda and I were getting pretty bored in line. Naturally, we snagged a magazine and started skimming. And when we finished with that one, we grabbed another. And then another. When it was almost our turn, I grabbed a Taste of Home Cupcake magazine-the kind that only has recipes-no articles-but tons of pictures.

And, holy cow, that magazine had, quite possibly, the cutest cupcakes I've ever seen.

No joke.

So, I sat there ooohing and ahhhing at all the cute little cupcakes.

Just a sample for you. I mean, isn't that adorable?

There were a couple of girls in line behind us (because 10pm on Monday is such a practical time for college student grocery shopping). They wanted to see what I was so excited about. So I showed them some of the cutest ones and we all were able to crave those babies together.

Amanda, like the frugal saint she is, told me to buy it.

I thought about it for like half a second but figured I could spend the 5 bucks elsewhere.

I returned the magazine to its proper place on the shelf and finished up checking out my much needed groceries (I'd been out of milk for a week, people!).

We loaded our cart and headed out to the parking lot. We were almost out of Wal-Mart when we heard someone calling behind us.

"Hey! Hey, wait!"

We stopped and looked back. One of the girls from the line was striding towards us, waving her hand.

"My roommate, she wants you to have this," she said as she held out the cupcake magazine.

And it was so random and so surprising, but so...nice.

Like, seriously.

It made my night.

So...to the girl who bought it for me:

Thanks a ton!!!
I'll be paying it forward ;)

ThE eNd