Do you smell that? It smells like a giveaway! Woot woot!
Remember a few weeks ago I posted about the fabulous String-Ring™? If you haven't seen it, I recommend you check out this post. To summarize, the String-Ring is a stylish reminder to be a kinder person.
Tina, over at String-Ring, was so generous and offered one up as a giveaway to my readers! Fantastic, right?!
Same rules as last time. To enter, leave a comment right here with your NICE anecdote. Some way that NICE has affected your life. It can be as simple as a sentence. I'll choose a random winner next Thursday, October 9th, and that person will receive a beautiful String-Ring in the size of their choosing!
For those of you that have entered the last three giveaways, I'm sure you can scrape up a new story. Here's mine. Shannon Nora's comment in the last giveaway reminded me of this.
The summer after my freshman year in college, I got a job as a hostess in a neighborhood chain restaurant. By the end of the summer, I started to hate people. Hungry people are rude and impatient and sometimes just plain mean. One rough Saturday night, we were experiencing an hour long wait. This usually resulted in people coming up to the hostess podium after 30 minutes, claiming that they had been waiting five hours for a table. I was not a happy camper.
I called a party's name and these two women and one gentleman, in their mid to late 50's, walked up with smiles. Not even sporting my usual smile, I apologized for the wait and they told me there was no need to apologize, they didn't mind. My mood was already softening. As I sat them, I routinely told them the specials (probably still not smiling), which included an Oreo Cookie Pie. The gentleman said, "Ooh, how is that?" I told him I hadn't tried it, but it looked and sounded amazing.
About an hour later, the restaurant was emptying out. I was able to catch my breath for a bit when the gentleman walked up to the hostess podium and held his hand out for me to take. Kind of startled, I put my hand in his and he walked me back to the booth where he and the two ladies had dinner. On the table was a big slice of Orea Cookie Pie and four forks. He said, "We wanted you to have the first bite."
I was speechless! After a long, cranky night, I had met the nicest people in the world! I sat with them and they told me how they were visiting from the Midwest and I told them how I was thinking about switching college majors. It was one of the best desserts of my life, and not because of the pie.
Alrighty, let's hear yours! Good luck!