On our way home from a long walk, Billy, Sammy and I pass a man with a cartful of mangoes. Admiring his bounty I ask, “Where did you get those?” “Just down the road. Do you want one?” Uncharacteristically, I say yes and accept something from a stranger since there are few things enjoy more than a free mango. I am happy and decide to find this giving tree myself so I continue walking past my usual turn-off.
Eventually, I do spot a huge tree to the left and start to approach it when an armed security guard stops me; I’ve just entered goverment property.
“Can I help you?” “Hello, I’m looking for mangoes. Do you mind if I just go over there and find some?” “Is it just you?” he asks. “Um, yes — and my dogs.” “Wait right here” he commands and points to a shady spot near the gate. He climbs through brush, picks up a giant stick and hurls it in the air. Two huge green mangoes fall to the ground. He retrieves them and hands them to me. “Thank you so much. I didn’t mean for you to go through all of that trouble. I was just going to pick them up off the ground.” “Those are damaged. You can can make a salad with these.”
For anyone who doubted it, chivalry is not dead; you just need to find a generous man and some mangoes.