And That’s How The Kindness Cookie Crumbles, Part 3
I’m taking a trip to visit family across the country. To get to the airport, I take a three-hour bus trip from my small town to a major city. I’m also pregnant, and I’m anxious about this trip. I get to the airport okay and go to check in for my flight. I go to pull out my wallet and can’t find it. I go into panic mode. I double-check all of my bags, pockets, and everywhere I can think of, and it’s not there. I call the bus company, knowing that I at least left home with it.
Me: “Hi. I took the [line] bus to [City] airport, and I think I left my wallet on the bus. I can’t board my flight without it. Is there any way to get a hold of the bus driver?”
Agent: “Oh, I can try, but I don’t know if he’d be okay with going back to the airport to drop it off.”
Me: “Please, I’m three hours from home and stranded without it.”
The agent takes my information, including a description of my wallet, and says she’ll reach out to the driver. I find somewhere to sit, and I wait. About a half hour later, I get a call.
Driver: “Hi, is this [My Name]?”
Me: “It is!”
Driver: “Lovely! I have your wallet here; it’s right where you left it on your seat. I’m at [Grocery Store]. Once I check out, I’ll swing by the airport right where I dropped you off. Is that all right?”
Me: “Oh, my God, yes! Thank you so much!”
A little bit later, I’m out by the drop-off station, and the bus pulls up. The driver comes out and hands me a plastic shopping bag. I peer inside, and not only is my wallet inside, but there’s also a package of cookies.
Driver: “I figured you’d be worried sick, being pregnant and all that. Hopefully, this makes your day better!”
Me: “Oh, my God! You have no clue how much you’ve helped. Thank you!”
I got checked in, and while waiting at the gate, I made sure to email the bus company to thank the driver for coming to the rescue — and for the cookies.
Related:
And That’s How The Kindness Cookie Crumbles, Part 2
And That’s How The Kindness Cookie Crumbles
