Wednesday, December 21, 2011

A tradition, accidentally

Or do most traditions begin as one-offs? Maybe in a swell of cheer you do something, then the next year you reverently repeat yourself, and pretty soon it can't be written out of the story.


A few years ago, we were at our favorite diner before we both departed for our hometowns for Christmas. In a fit of magnanimous holiday spirit (or maybe it was the PBR?) I pitched the idea of leaving an oversized tip for our server. The first year we left $25, but we've been able to leave more each year.

I'm pretty loath to boast about doing a good turn. I mention it because Nick surprised me with Nutcracker tickets yesterday, so we got scrubbed up (him) and sequin-clad (me) and headed for a local sushi place for dinner beforehand. Unexpectedly, our friend was our server and therefore the recipient of a modest Christmas bonus.

While the idea is to extend semi-anonymous kindness to strangers, it's nice to be able to give a friend a break, too.

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