Many years ago I was on my way from Vancouver to the Shuswap area of British Columbia to visit my parents and sister. The Greyhound bus was full - we were all getting comfy and soon the bus was lumbering on its way.
Across the aisle and just one row up a man was battling a cough. It wasn't all that loud, but it was quite constant and we all sensed that this would be one of those things we would put up with during the trip. I put my hands in my coat pockets and found about a half-dozen wrapped hard candies. I had forgotten they were there and didn't want them so I reached across to the man and offered them, saying it might help his cough.
I will always remember the look of relief and gratitude on his face, as well as the silent but huge sigh of relief from all others aboard.
We completed our various journeys in comfortable quiet.
"I have six locks on my door all in a row. When I go out, I lock every other one. I figure no matter how long somebody stands there picking the locks, they are always locking three." -- Elayne Boosler