Sometimes I perform random acts of kindness … or as I say … “random kinds of actness” which sounds like a type of acne or something, but I say it anyway.
Yesterday while walking through a crowded shopping center I spotted a rogue balloon sticking to the ceiling with a father longingly looking up at it and a son sadly looking at the limp string in his hand.
I stopped, jumped up, retrieved the balloon for them, and walked away.
This seemed to make them quite happy.
I guess I should have popped the balloon so it wouldn’t happen again.
note: Why is it called “blowing up a balloon” when it doesn’t pop?
double note: photo of the amazing curved escalator in Landmark Tower Yokohama. I’ve blogged about this amazing escalator before.