Many years ago on a beautiful Saturday morning, I was hanging out at a marina and talking to the jet ski rental guy.
As we were chatting, a guy pulls up to the dock in an older, very nicely restored, Speed boat. We could both tell right away he was upset about something.
Sure enough, even before he finishes tying his boat off, he's bitching up a storm and asking for a vacuum.
Apparently, somewhere along the way to the lake, the hinged glass door to the front of the boat had shattered. The lock had slipped during the ride there, and all the bumps in the road had slammed the glass panel enough times to break it.
This guy was PISSED!!! Ranting and raving about fcking potholes this, my fcking boat that, assholes on the road all morning, and on and on, and wow fcking on!
After probably 2 minutes straight I couldn't take it and interrupted him.
Me: "Hey! Buddy!"
Venting Boat Guy: "What!??" (so pissed as he turned around)
Me: (I paused a moment while looking him in the eye.) "You have a BOAT?!?!"
He went perfectly still with the upset expression frozen on his face, and then broke out in the biggest smile.
Venting Boat Guy: "Wow. I DO have a boat, and it's a nice one! Thanks, you just changed my entire weekend! Want a beer?" and he laughed.
Happiest guy on the lake at that moment, all while vacuuming out bits of tempered glass from "His Boat." 😉
Sometimes it's the little details that matter most. 😄
Have a fantastic day!