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aruani mean, i know this is M.O. down to the t, but still, one should never cease to wonder at the understood. makes it that much more precious.
we'd been sitting in the pizza place for close to half an hour without any sort of service when, without prompting, he laid down his hand of cards and left the table, abandoning the guys in the middle of the game no less to tackle the near-impossible task of finding a waiter to procure the iced tea i had dragged him out of the warm comforts of our hotel bunks into the -17 degree Celsius weather with our entire cadre of fellow travelers and therefore having no hope of getting a table at any of the three eating establishments within the resort perimeter in under an hour to get. he went to the counter, found the manager of all people, and came back without so much as a smug grin, his genuine intentions the only emotion lighting his perpetually scheming eyes. he sets it down before me and picks up his cards as if nothing had happened. finishing the hand, he thanked the guys for their hospitality and we made for the exit.
i felt the need to immortalize this here because i can appreciate the gesture not just for its rarity, but for the thought involved in bringing to fruition such a sparse but sufficiently grand gesture. a few actual brownie points to the garbino camp - who'da thunk it?
we'd been sitting in the pizza place for close to half an hour without any sort of service when, without prompting, he laid down his hand of cards and left the table, abandoning the guys in the middle of the game no less to tackle the near-impossible task of finding a waiter to procure the iced tea i had dragged him out of the warm comforts of our hotel bunks into the -17 degree Celsius weather with our entire cadre of fellow travelers and therefore having no hope of getting a table at any of the three eating establishments within the resort perimeter in under an hour to get. he went to the counter, found the manager of all people, and came back without so much as a smug grin, his genuine intentions the only emotion lighting his perpetually scheming eyes. he sets it down before me and picks up his cards as if nothing had happened. finishing the hand, he thanked the guys for their hospitality and we made for the exit.
i felt the need to immortalize this here because i can appreciate the gesture not just for its rarity, but for the thought involved in bringing to fruition such a sparse but sufficiently grand gesture. a few actual brownie points to the garbino camp - who'da thunk it?
