Strangers & Doughnuts.

Strangers & Doughnuts.

So, I was running late for school, its was 8:30 A.M. when my mom and I left the house to go to Dunkin Donuts.  When we got to the parking lot, a man no more than 22-23 years old, was riding up the sidewalk on his skateboard.  He was about average height.  No more than 5′9″.  He wore camouflage cargo shorts with a grey undershirt-I didn't really look at his shoes.  Upon his freckled skin were old, faded, and scarred up tattoos. His hair was buzzed off.  He didn't seem dangerous, but wasn't your average Joe walking around in jeans and a t-shirt.  He stood out yet he was invisible at the same. (if that makes sense?)

After we found a parking space, I got out of the car before my mom and quickly made my way across the lot toward the front door. And I noticed the man holding the door open for an older gentleman (mid to late 50s or 60s), and we made eye contact (awkward) so  I sped up a little; jogging to the door; feeling guilty for letting him stand there while I walked.  When I finally reached the door, I smiled at him and thanked him.  And he smiled back, nodding his head slightly, before saying “You're welcome.”  As I walked by him, I noticed one of his face tattoos was tear drop on his right cheek bone.  It was the only one that really caught my attention.  (not in an offense or negative way, it was just the only tattoo that stood out to me at the time.)

Then, he disappeared into the bathrooms along with the older gentleman from earlier.  My mom and I go about our usual business and order breakfast. (99¢ coupons bc we’re cheap & poor lol ).  When the cashier hands me my iced coffee, I thank her and set off to find a straw for my drink.  I could hear my mom ordering and the cashier telling her the price.  Suddenly, I feel someone standing behind me. but like rly close-like he was just a inch behind me.  And then I hear a familiar voice say:

“You have a good day, now. Okay?”  I turn around and it was the same man. So, I smiled back at him and wished him the same before he walked out of the shop and took off on his skateboard.  I walked back over to my mom at the counter and she asked me about the man and what he said to me.  I told her and told her about the tear drop tattoo he had.  She said that he had to have been in jail or prison to have one on his face like that.  (not ALL ppl who have teardrop tattoos on their face are/have been in jail/prison.  nor are they ‘bad ppl’,  that is just her theory as to why that tattoo was on this particular dude’s face.  if you want my personal opinion send me a message and i will share it w/u.)

Since then, I spent most of my day thinking about the kind stranger from Dunkin Donuts.  And wondering if his day just as mediocre as mine.  So, yeah.  That was the highlight of my day and possibly the whole week.