• toynbee@piefed.social
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    2 days ago

    When I broke my ankle and was seeing the ankle doctor a lot, they made me see their x-ray tech every time I came by, which was nigh weekly at the time. One of those times, it was something like 1pm and she was complaining that she hadn’t had lunch yet.

    At the time my wife was still trying to figure out how to take care of me with my physical limitations, so she’d send me on my way with a backpack full of provisions, including fig bars for snacks. However, it was just a doctor’s visit, so I didn’t need many snacks. As such, I offered the technician one of the fig bars. At first she was hesitant, but after I showed her it was still sealed, she accepted and apparently enjoyed it.

    The tech was there every day, but she had different assistants every time I came by. After the fig bar, every time I saw her she told the assistant of the day various versions of “that’s him! That’s the guy who helped me when I missed my lunch!”

    Made me feel damned good about myself.