I absolutely bloody love Americans, always have, a love that only grew stronger after a trip to New York where I got to meet loads of them.
Their enthusiasm, hell yeahs and high fives are right up my street and I just find them utterly infectious.
I’m sure I was American in a past life, the fact I somehow knew my way around NYC without a map having never been there before when I can’t even navigate my way around the area I’ve lived for the last three years says it all – for me at least.
The ability to direct Americans around in their own country is proof enough for me!
On that basis I suppose it was fate that an American lady, lost and unsure of how to get to her destination, found her way into my cafe.
How I met Lindsay
On a typically wet and windy ‘Spring’ day in Manchester a lady was brought into my cafe by the one of the Metrolink cleaners.
She was a bit lost with only the name of the street she needed to get to.
I found it for her on Google, realised it wasn’t too far from where I used to live and around the corner from the cafe, but there wasn’t going to be much chance in directing her there as it was hidden away in the middle of a housing estate.
Lindsay was here to visit her aunt who used to come and visit her in the states until she got too old to travel such a long distance.
Furthermore, her aunt had no idea she was coming, it was a complete surprise
Having not been to Timperley in over 25 years much has changed from what she remembered, so I walked her to her aunt’s door.
I’ll never forget the moment we made it to her aunt’s street.
Overcome with emotion with many memories flooding back she burst into tears, I was holding mine back for dear life – I’m a big softy at heart!
We took a moment to collect ourselves, then started to look for her aunt’s house.
Again, the emotions were just too much on first sight of it and before long we were back to tears – both of us when she wasn’t looking!
I gave her a hug, and lead her up to the door.
That reunion was just so beautiful, it reduced me to a blubbering wreck walking back to work.
In all honesty I thought that would be the last time I saw Lindsay.
I couldn’t have been more wrong
We saw each other 3-4 times a week throughout her month long stay.
I loved hearing her stories of her travels around Manchester and London, and even more so when she came into the cafe and heard a song we were playing and she’d say ”I’ve not heard this for such a long time!”
A mutual music and Mexican food lover, it was meant to be!
Oh yeah, no surprise really, but she’s now a Jerk chicken convert too!
What touched me most about the whole thing was Lindsay came to have her last meal with me before the packing started and she had to head back to California.
The moral of this story?
Be nice to each other, go the extra mile for someone you’ve never met before, I know I’m all the better for meeting my new transatlantic friend Lindsay!
A small act of kindness costs you nothing, but it makes you feel like a million quid, or should that be dollars?