Marilyn Monroe & the Gas Station Attendant
It's the most wonderful time of the year! Here in LA the brisk weather is finally starting to set in. Street vendors are finally beginning to pull out their hot ciders and hot chocolates.
I love this time of year. Overall, people are a bit more cheerful, a bit more forgiving, and with any luck, a bit kinder. I thought about this recently at a local CVS. We were there to pick up a gallon of milk, and as we walked in, a young boy stood near the front door selling chocolate bars. He was dressed to the nines, in a white button up shirt and slacks, his hair carefully combed.
I'm the kind of person who gets easily annoyed when people ask me for donations or to sign a petition when I just want to get my errands done. We said "no thanks" to the boy and went on our merry way, but something about him lingered with me as I wandered the aisles of the drugstore. Back outside, purchases in hand, I watched a series of people walking in, and each in turn waved the young boy away. Some didn't even answer him, and the sadness on his face was soul-crushing.
"How much have we got?" I asked my husband. We dug around our car cushions and cupholders and finally pulled together a couple of bucks.
It was the best chocolate purchase I have ever made.
random encounters, a Hollywood Edition
It seems that, disguised in a bandanna and dark glasses, Marilyn Monroe and one of her pals stopped at a gas station. Once inside, the attendant explained to her, "I just bet my friend here ten bucks that you're Marilyn Monroe."
Her friend quickly answered that no she wasn't Marilyn, but but she'd been mistaken for her many times. They were about to drive off, when Marilyn apparently saw in her rear view mirror as the guy paid up the ten dollars to his co-worker. She made her friend stop, called the attendants over, and revealed herself, admonishing the attendant to give back the money.
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