The Air Conditioner Repair Where She Fed Me Lunch
Her air conditioner had been dead for two days in an Oklahoma August, and the first thing she did when I walked in was hand me lunch. Not water. Not a chair. A sandwich, made before I had my tools out of the truck. The house was hot enough that I could feel it in my chest. Her kids were cranky. She was stressed in a way she was working hard to hide. And her whole response to all of that was to take care of me. For a long time I just filed that under people being nice. It is more specific than that. In 2000, a psychologist named Shelley Taylor pointed out that the old fight-or-flight picture…
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