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I am now two for two re: 'the kindness of strangers'.
A while ago - nine months? a year? make that a long while ago - I dropped my camera, and the lens cover got jammed. It wouldn't open all the way, nor would it automatically shut. I shrugged and ignored it mostly, because the camera still worked, it just had a little shadow in one corner of the picture from the jammed lens cover.
Then the other side also jammed up, so I had matching little shadows, which isn't nearly as picturesque as it sounds. So I decided that Something Must Be Done.
Yesterday I finally headed out to do it. The camera place in Harvard Square didn't do camera repairs, so I headed to the camera place by Faneuil Hall. It was busy, due to it being in Faneuil Hall and still tourist season, and the proprietor asked if I could wait while he attended the other people first. I said, "Sure," and pulled out a book.
Maybe ten minutes later he called me over and asked to see this camera I needed fixed. He poked at it, asked if I'd dropped it (er, yes, sorry), poked it a bit more, then handed it back to me. "All fixed."
"I, um, what?" I turned it off and on again. The lens covers behaved perfectly. "I -- how much do I owe you?"
"Nothing. You didn't buy anything."
I thanked him, as coherently as I could, and headed home. The moral of this story is: if ever any of y'all are near Faneuil Hall in Boston and need camera supplies, the proprietor of Camera Center is patient and kind, at least with confused young women like yours truly.
Today I ventured out into the wilds of Mount Auburn Cemetery with one of my roommates, and brought along my phone Just In Case. Mostly it was ignored in my back pocket, until we were waiting at the bus stop to head home. I brought it out, checked my text messages, and then left it sitting on top of my bags in my lap.
You can see where this is going, can't you? I didn't, at least not until I got home and was putting away the contents of said bags (a quick grocery run), and realized, wait, my phone doesn't seem to be in here, and I didn't put it back in my pocket... The other roommate tried calling it, and there was only a silence from the rest of the apartment.
Fortunately, before I could begin to panic properly, Other Roomate's phone rang, with my name appearing as the caller. It was Grocery Store Customer Service. Apparently someone had picked up my phone from the bus stop where it had fallen, and brought it in to the grocery store. Whenever I cared to come retrieve it, it would be waiting. Other Roommate and I hopped in the car and drove down there, and the phone was back in my possession barely fifteen minutes after I'd realized it was missing.
And now to go work on sewing stuff. Or writing stuff. Or, uh, generally not-playing-around-on-the-computer stuff. :guilty look:
Then the other side also jammed up, so I had matching little shadows, which isn't nearly as picturesque as it sounds. So I decided that Something Must Be Done.
Yesterday I finally headed out to do it. The camera place in Harvard Square didn't do camera repairs, so I headed to the camera place by Faneuil Hall. It was busy, due to it being in Faneuil Hall and still tourist season, and the proprietor asked if I could wait while he attended the other people first. I said, "Sure," and pulled out a book.
Maybe ten minutes later he called me over and asked to see this camera I needed fixed. He poked at it, asked if I'd dropped it (er, yes, sorry), poked it a bit more, then handed it back to me. "All fixed."
"I, um, what?" I turned it off and on again. The lens covers behaved perfectly. "I -- how much do I owe you?"
"Nothing. You didn't buy anything."
I thanked him, as coherently as I could, and headed home. The moral of this story is: if ever any of y'all are near Faneuil Hall in Boston and need camera supplies, the proprietor of Camera Center is patient and kind, at least with confused young women like yours truly.
Today I ventured out into the wilds of Mount Auburn Cemetery with one of my roommates, and brought along my phone Just In Case. Mostly it was ignored in my back pocket, until we were waiting at the bus stop to head home. I brought it out, checked my text messages, and then left it sitting on top of my bags in my lap.
You can see where this is going, can't you? I didn't, at least not until I got home and was putting away the contents of said bags (a quick grocery run), and realized, wait, my phone doesn't seem to be in here, and I didn't put it back in my pocket... The other roommate tried calling it, and there was only a silence from the rest of the apartment.
Fortunately, before I could begin to panic properly, Other Roomate's phone rang, with my name appearing as the caller. It was Grocery Store Customer Service. Apparently someone had picked up my phone from the bus stop where it had fallen, and brought it in to the grocery store. Whenever I cared to come retrieve it, it would be waiting. Other Roommate and I hopped in the car and drove down there, and the phone was back in my possession barely fifteen minutes after I'd realized it was missing.
And now to go work on sewing stuff. Or writing stuff. Or, uh, generally not-playing-around-on-the-computer stuff. :guilty look: