I bought two sachets(小香袋)of warm cinnamonspice(肉桂香料) while shopping today. Seeing I was fightingwith my crutches(拐杖), a staff helped to push myshopping cart to the door. I gave one to him and he was really pleased.
With so many things, I decided to take a taxi to go home. The driverput my things in the big box and was really lovely with small talk.
A song came on the radio and he sang along to it. It was StevieNicks. He then told me that about20 years ago, he took a "Will you marryme, Stevie?" banner(横幅) to her concert. He saidthe band were pointing to it and laughing during the performance.
When we arrived at my house, he asked if I would be able to get thefour shopping bags out of the box myself. Of course I said yes and with mystrong independent nature, I said that I could manage. He was kidding though.He brought the shopping bags up to the door. As he got back into the car, somethingtold me to gift the other sachet to him. By this stage, he was already back inhis car. He rolled down the window. I told him I wasn't Stevie Nicks, but herewas a gift that would make him smell sweet-smelling. He laughed and told me Iwas an angel (天使).
This was a lovely, fun and warm exchange. He was not smelling roses(玫瑰花), but in the Christmas season, it was much better to smell warmcinnamon spice. As for me, I would rather be an angel than Stevie Nicks,although I'm sure she's lovely.
