so, i went for lunch today at restaurant i go kinda often.
i sat down alone right next to the big wall-windows in the front and ordered grilled chicken and a coke.
as i was there... there was this little kid outside, all dirty and with a little bag of candy to sell on the streets. and he stopped right across the window next to my table and stared at my food.
obviously, that was pretty touching... and i reacted by instinct i think, i waived the kid to come inside... but he got a bit scared to come in. so i went outside and asked him if he wanted to come in and have lunch.
so the kid, he was 8 and his name was Arturo, comes in, and sits down at my table. and i ordered the same thing i was eating for him.
the hostess was kinda disturbed when the kid came in (probably thinking i was some sort of pervert with a kink for kids).
for a few minutes i think thats what the waitresses and the hostess thought about me.. but then, they kinda thought.. "hey, maybe this guy isnt a pervert"....
anyways, the food comes in brought by another waitress... and she serves the food and tells the kid "go wash your hands buddy", and starts chitty chating to me.
i got merciless hit on. got asked if i had kids, if i had a significant other, what was i doing later... and she told she worked until 10, and to drop by then to talk more.
then a few minutes later... another somewhat hot waitress drops by to check how was the food and yiddi yadda... i got hit on another time. but this time i got a phone number i didnt even asked for. nice!.
as i finished my food, i saw arturo barely touched his food... and i asked what was the matter... and his answer was amazing. he asked me if i could get the kitchen to put it all on a box to take out.. to share the food with his little sister (goddamit, that kid is 8!!!) who is also working across the street. so i did as he asked....
as am leaving alone (i didnt have much time for lunch) while arturo waits for his food to be wrapped to go... the REALLY hot hostess hits on me on the way out. telling me am a nice guy, and yiddi yadda i chat for her for a couple minutes.... i got her number and agreed to pick her up tomorrow´s night. i didnt even had to ask for anything. nice!.
i walked back to work.....
moral of the story.
charity pays!
i sat down alone right next to the big wall-windows in the front and ordered grilled chicken and a coke.
as i was there... there was this little kid outside, all dirty and with a little bag of candy to sell on the streets. and he stopped right across the window next to my table and stared at my food.
obviously, that was pretty touching... and i reacted by instinct i think, i waived the kid to come inside... but he got a bit scared to come in. so i went outside and asked him if he wanted to come in and have lunch.
so the kid, he was 8 and his name was Arturo, comes in, and sits down at my table. and i ordered the same thing i was eating for him.
the hostess was kinda disturbed when the kid came in (probably thinking i was some sort of pervert with a kink for kids).
for a few minutes i think thats what the waitresses and the hostess thought about me.. but then, they kinda thought.. "hey, maybe this guy isnt a pervert"....
anyways, the food comes in brought by another waitress... and she serves the food and tells the kid "go wash your hands buddy", and starts chitty chating to me.
i got merciless hit on. got asked if i had kids, if i had a significant other, what was i doing later... and she told she worked until 10, and to drop by then to talk more.
then a few minutes later... another somewhat hot waitress drops by to check how was the food and yiddi yadda... i got hit on another time. but this time i got a phone number i didnt even asked for. nice!.
as i finished my food, i saw arturo barely touched his food... and i asked what was the matter... and his answer was amazing. he asked me if i could get the kitchen to put it all on a box to take out.. to share the food with his little sister (goddamit, that kid is 8!!!) who is also working across the street. so i did as he asked....
as am leaving alone (i didnt have much time for lunch) while arturo waits for his food to be wrapped to go... the REALLY hot hostess hits on me on the way out. telling me am a nice guy, and yiddi yadda i chat for her for a couple minutes.... i got her number and agreed to pick her up tomorrow´s night. i didnt even had to ask for anything. nice!.
i walked back to work.....
moral of the story.
charity pays!
ALEXIS_DH, what can you do or are you doing to address the conditions that cause kids to become street urchins?
