I stopped for a school bus on a country road today — Randall probably knows it well, 305 between Cuba and Belfast — and watched a little boy get off and step right to his mailbox while his mom waited on the porch. The lady bus driver could have pulled away, but she waited, watching from her seated perch as the boy first had trouble getting the box open, then struggled to reach all the way to the back for one piece of stubborn mail. Cars were lined up behind the bus, but they'd have to wait. Only when the boy had just about reached his mom did she turn off the red lights and proceed.
Page two. I bought some deodorant at Wal-Mart last night, but when I got home, it wasn't in any of my bags. $3.88. I'm not giving up on that kind of scratch. No way. I went back to the store this afternoon and asked at the customer service desk if the deodorant ended up there. The clerk got out a three-ring binder labeled, "Leave-Behinds and Fish." Honest to God, that's what it said. I wanted to ask. I really did. But before I could, the clerk said, "Yep, it sure did." The cashier from the night before had brought it to the desk, and it ended up recorded in the binder and returned to the shelf. I went back and got another deodorant and was on my way.
"I am, as I've said, merely competent. But in an age of incompetence, that makes me extraordinary." —Billy Joel
One of the last 60 Minutes pieces that was worth the watch. (Good thing NS is on "sabatical.")