Lest ye lose faith in mankind
Seems like just when you start feeling cynical about the world, something happens to remind you that, contrary to what the stand-up comics and your conspiracy-theorist uncle say, most people are basically good.
Case in point: A couple weeks ago, my husband and I went to the Coldplay show at the Rose Garden. As we were approaching the entrance, I realized our two tickets had fallen out of my back pocket. We traced our steps back to where our car was parked, and found one of the tickets in a (thankfully dry) gutter. Assuming the companion ticket was either gone to a sewery grave or being scalped for quick cash, we went to the will-call ticket area to find out if they could somehow replace our ticket.
“You probably won’t believe this, but . . .” my husband began. He explained our situation, sheepishly understanding that he might sound like someone manipulating for a free ticket.
After looking at our single ticket number, the cashier perked up and grabbed a ticket from the back counter. Someone had found our other ticket and turned it in!
Thank you, whoever you are, for making it possible for us to attend the show, but more importantly for restoring a bit of my hope in mankind!
