Some True Glass Class

| Working | September 16, 2015

(I’m eight years old and on a school trip to a nearby city. Some of the girls and I in my class are in a small shop, looking at various trinkets. I’m looking at some small glass figurines when I notice that one of them is broken: a crab that is missing one of its claws. Concerned that someone might buy it without realising it is broken, I bring it to the shop owner, just to make her aware of it.)

Me: “Excuse me; I just wanted to let you know that this crab is broken. A claw is missing.”

Shop Owner: *looks at the crab* “Oh, you’re right.”

(She looks over at the other girls from my class, who are in a nearby room, looking at things and not aware of us talking. Then she smiles at me:)

Shop Owner: “Tell you what, if you keep this to yourself, I’ll give it to you.”

(She then proceeds to carefully wrapping the figurine in some tissue paper before handing it to me. Surprised and very grateful, I accept it and profusely thank her for it, before gently putting it in my small handbag, with a smile. As an eight year old, that meant a lot to me. I’m 32 now, but I still have the glass crab and remember the story fondly.)

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