Hezo Kittie

Stog-Related Deuce, Part One

I was having a cigarette after class on the steps of Ackerman. A guy holding a large camera bag, along with some film-related instruments, and a young lady came up to me, and the man asked to bum a stog. I obliged, and we talked for a little bit. He told me that they were hired by UCLA to film a short documentary about the merits of living and studying in Westwood, intended for student-athletes.

Another guy came up during our conversation and asked us if we could spare a cigarette. I offered it to him on one condition: the next time someone asks to bum one from him, he'd have to oblige, even if it was his last.

Then he told me that I looked familiar and I remembered that he was in one of my labs over the summer. He said I'd already bummed one from him way back when, and he distinctly remembered because I dropped it in a puddle.

How appropriate. I'm the one asking others to pay it forward, when really I should be the one paying! Well, I guess I am paying.

The moral of the story is that there's tons of favors I've willingly accepted throughout my life, and many that I've long forgotten. So I guess it is good to try to be generous in general (erm, I guess that's self-evident without this pointless anecdote), but hey, you might be returning a favor without even knowing it.