Figs

Today someone who looked faintly familiar walked into the coffee shop carrying a tray of faintly onion-like-looking fruit, greeted a friend warmly, then turned to me, smiled, and said, “Would you like a fresh fig?”

“I’d love one,” I said. And then, as I was trying to place her and feeling embarrassed that I couldn’t, “I’m sorry, but I’m blanking on your name.”

“Do we know each other?” she asked, sounding a little surprised.

As far as I could tell, we didn’t. She’d just offered a complete stranger a fresh fig, because she wanted to. No other reason.

People are pretty cool, sometimes.

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