I just got a gift certificate in the mail from Rice Paper, thanking me for my warmth, support, and presence, which -- I am told -- enliven Rice Paper's spirit.
It's one of my favorite restaurants, but I don't think I've done anything noteworthy there. I just, y'know, show up sometimes.
I am just knocked over by this. (And anyone suggesting it's the Vicodin can hush.)
This is the kind of thing that makes me think that people are nicer to me than they are to other people, and I can't really say why they would be, but it's extremely pleasant when it happens.