Scene: the bank, since I was in the neighborhood anyway and I needed to get this dealt with. We had had a very unwanted surprise bill from FedEx for a tariff fee on the heels of a delivery and it was a lot.
Then 47 played Taco Don (Trump Always Chickens Out) and that particular tariff, at least for a little while, disappeared.
FedEx sent us our hundred dollars back. Who knew it could work that way? Only, the check was made out to Self. Do not ask me why. The teller had to ask his manager because that was just too weird–but then this whole tariff/no tariff/who’s got the tariff nonsense is weird. We all shrugged a who knows? and they processed it.
So there we were and then the teller, who up to that point had seemed stressed and probably counting the hours till he could get out of there, said dutifully, Is there anything else I can help you with?
Well, I said: Could you make me a couple of pies?
He cracked up. He smiled warmly. He asked after my Thanksgiving and I wished him a happy one and it was so gratifying to be able to pay forward the gift yesterday from the single dad at church to someone else when they needed that.