The Pedant bought my old laptop off me; we’d agreed on $80 plus he’ll give me his old Blackberry phone (once it comes back from being repaired) and help me switch to a different, cheaper provider. He gave me the cash when he was over the other day, and I stashed it away without counting it because I never know whether counting money is rude when dealing with a friend. My not-counting must have driven The Pedant crazy because it turns out he’d given me $100 instead, just to be nice. He told me via text message earlier today, presumably once it became clear that I wasn’t gonna notice on my own.
I thanked him and added “p.s., falling asleep to cartoons while being petted was the BEST THING EVER. I’m so glad you came over!”
He responded “My pleasure. :)” and I’m still smiling about that because I don’t think it’s just a figure of speech, with him. I think he really does derive pleasure from giving pleasure to me.
I am becoming so very fond of this boy. 🙂