Something the opposite of grinding my gears, but not quite triumphant enough to merit a post in Victory! :
During my lunch break I had to run a few quick errands; on my way back to the office I saw a young man who must work for some catering company or another, because he had one of those rolling food service carts. And he was giving away leftovers to the homeless, which is a sign of pure awesomeness in my book.
I decided to give him some positive reaffirmation for doing something good; I attempted to give him ‘dap…’ only to find out that he didn’t really know how.
So I grabbed his hand and showed him the simplest one; down, up, fist bump. (Don’t ‘blow it up,’ though; that’s just extra.)
The irony of having to show a 20-something (who slightly looked like Dave Franco) how to give a proper ‘pound’ is not lost on me.