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The collector approached my window with a smile, and I glanced quickly at the red light that had now turned green, but the rush hour traffic that is absolutely horrible in Chicagoland prevented me from moving anywhere.
I rolled down my window almost halfway, and smiled back.
"How are you today, miss", he asked.
BONUS POINTS FOR NOT SAYING MA'AM.
"I'm good", I responded.
He started to launch into his spiel when I smiled and shook my head, signaling for him to stop.
I dropped my window a little bit more in order to drop the dollar and some change from my gloved hand into his bucket. The change made a change-hitting-bucket sound, so I am sure there was hardly anything else in that bucket.
He said, "thank you, thank you" while nodding and I did notice a genuine look on his face.
As he started to walk away from my car, I called out, "Hey, you know - I hope what you're doing this for is true, 'People for People', but either way, maybe treat yourself to a hot cocoa at 7-11 over there."
He had his ungloved hand to his mouth, to warm it, as he turned around and smiled. I could tell he was smiling because his eyes crinkled at the corners.
"I will!", he answered in his loud, gruff voice.
I don't know if he did, but I don't care. I was simply just a Person for Person.