I was winding down my day at work when I heard the clatter of 2-stroke motor. I quickly saw the source, as an old man on a moped scooted towards my autoshop garage bays. He pulled up in front of me and asked if I had any hand tools he could borrow to help replace his tattered moped seat with a newer one.
I don't generally hand out tools as they tend to never come back, not to mention his demeanor seemed a bit on the odd side and the very aged prison tatoos from neck to knuckles inhibited any urge to hand out any tools. But his demeanor was nice enough and I offered to swap the seats myself. After a moment of very minor labor it was done.
I didn't expect any compensation, as it was a very simple task, but he offered it anyway: A Genuine Duncan Butterfly Yo-Yo, one of many that were strapped to a parcel rack on the back of the moped.
It made me think though, he may not have much in the way of cash, but he felt the need to repay my kindness so he gave what he had.
And if someone asked me if I wanted to earn a yo-yo this morning I would have looked at them like they were insane. But I've been playing with it all day, musing on this suureal moment of my day.
