Sometimes Kindness Comes in Clubs

This is, perhaps, a silly example of kindness —I'm not entirely convinced it's worthy of its own post— but I always remember just how grateful I was when it happened.

One hot summer night, I was looking like hot shit at a hot club listening to a hot band. It was the kind of night that made me made me want to bask in my twenties, because, well, I was in my twenties. I was young and hip and having fun and staying out hours past my bedtime on a weekday! I was living life to the fullest (and all that)!

I went to the (grungy) bathroom in the middle of the set. When I left, I stomped out in my amazing heels to find my amazing friends so we could stand around looking amazing together. When I was about halfway across the club, I realized someone (who I had sort of noticed out of the corner of my eye) had been desperately trying to get my attention.

"Hi, um, I just want to tell you," the stranger shouted over the band, "that you have TP on your shoe!"

I looked down and there it was. A tail of toilet paper trailing behind those hot shit heels I was wearing. Which looks, of course, more shitty than hot.

It's not a huge thing, but I'm so happy this chick followed me out of the bathroom and actually stalked me down across the club (which was small, to be honest, but still!) to let me know that I wasn't looking quite as cool as I had been thinking. She could have just gone back to her drinking and rocking out, but she instead did a nice thing.

Once the toilet paper was gone, I could go back to being amazing. Thank you, random concert girl!