A Good Wingman

An entire wall display featuring my bro-in-law’s gingerbread in the American commissary.


As I drove into work this morning, I saw two young men (barely in their 20s) in a small work truck, hauling a trailer full of greenery away from a construction zone. While at a red light, I watched as they stopped where a flower stand was set up, and the passenger popped out to buy a small bouquet of pink roses. His driver leaned over and yelled something, and the passenger picked up a small card, too. He hopped back into the truck, his driver high-fived him, and then they drove off as the young man wrote something in the card.

I like to think I witnessed someone being a good wingman and helping his buddy get on someone’s good side.