Pants vs the curious nature of paying it forward.

I must look aloof. Something awful. I've slept only a few hours, I didn't bother to even brush my hair when I got up. I just threw it one of those messy ponytails that were popular years back, and put on a hat.
I'm uncoordinated. My pink shoes don't match my blue Jeans that don't match my grey college hoodie that didn't match my army green hat. So my appearance can't be one of stellar grace nor beauty. But I hardly care.
I'm sitting outside Canadian tire smoking a cigarette while they bring my car around. So my exposer to the judgmental eyes of humanity is limited.
But I walked over to the convenience store just now, to obtain said cigarette, and a curious moment compelled me to write this.
There is a three way stop that separates me from the store, and as I attempted to cross the street I noticed a car coming through, so I stopped my attempt and instead stayed parallel to the road, anticipating that I would cross once the vehicle passed. I waited and listened for it to pass me by, but instead it slowed down, nearly coming to a stop beside me. curiosity caused me to look up. I assumed it could have been Bobbi, who had just so kindly dropped me off so I could pick up my car. So when my eyes met a strangers, and not hers, I was surprised. The woman, nice looking and bright eyed for such an ungodly hour, smiled at me. Waved. And said cheerily to have a great morning.
A great morning? The idea had crossed my mind. But I anticipated dropping hundreds on my car repairs and being tired at work and generally lethargic for the majority of my day. A great morning didn't seem likely up until that point. But her kind nature, her forceful nature to slow down, to nearly stop for me, a stranger, just to pass on these well wishes made me think, and feel, twice.
The curious nature of human decency will always surprise me. Which I can't tell yet, if that's a good or bad thing.