Purple Glasses

I just had an awesome interaction at the inconvenience store. There was a gentleman there talking to the clerk. I’ve seen him before. He turned to me and said he really liked my purple glasses. I just so happened to be wearing my purple-themed dashiki shirt as well. He said his wife would really like the glasses and that color. Without missing a beat, I took them off and offered to give them to him. He initially was very reluctant. But then he said he would love the color himself. So I took them off again and told him that I insisted. The clerk knows me and knew that I wasn’t offering them out of politeness. Because he had told me that he loved the color, I wanted him to have them. He wiped them off and put them on and then mugged for me and the clerk. He asked me, who gives away their glasses like that? He was smiling and laughing. We traded jokes about what his wife might think, especially if she saw them on the nightstand and assumed they were another woman’s glasses. He asked if he could have a picture with me, so I leaned in and smiled as he took our picture. The clerk watched and laughed. We stood there talking for a couple of more minutes. I told him the magnifications and where to get them without spending a fortune. He hadn’t realized that he was wearing the wrong magnification before. He was shocked that he realized that the pair I gave him would allow him to drive with them on as well. When I went to my car, I got my almost neon green ones and put them on. I went back inside so he could see that I did, in fact, have multiple colors. We all laughed again. At his age, it never had occurred to him that he might enjoy such a novelty color of purple glasses. But he certainly got a kick out of the pair I gave him. I might not be telling the story well, but it was a nice way to start my afternoon. Even laughing with strangers and bearing unexpected gifts.
Love, X

PS That’s me earlier in the picture. Since it’s April Fool’s Day, I alternated the Band-Aid on my forehead about every hour to see who might notice. And gave various explanations as to why I needed the Band-Air in the first place. You gotta keep’em guessing.