If I was a filmmaker, I’d recreate this scene from earlier this year:
In a noisy Berlin train, as we were about to leave, I accidentally dropped my water bottle. To my right side, a little boy, about 3 and a half feet tall, thought he had dropped the bottle, so he picked it up and asked the little girl to help him put it back in his navy blue backpack.
At that brief moment--train doors still open for those few seconds as commuters rushed in and out—-I hesitated to take my water bottle back. Should I let him have it? “Only a euro anyway...and look at how adorable he is,” I secretly thought. Perhaps if he was a bit older, I’d say, “BETTER GIMME DAT BOTTLE BACK, BOIII.” You get the point. Circumstances alter cases, as Haliburton once said.
As the little girl attempted to place the fallen water bottle back in his backpack, she noticed his original water bottle still in its original place: his backpack’s right-side pocket. Naturally, she looked confused. I quietly waved to her, subtly suggesting that the bottle belonged to me instead. The girl returned it to me, and the boy never noticed what occurred--everything took place around his navy blue backpack and outside eyeshot after all.
An older lady behind the little kids chuckled. I chuckled along for the same exact reason.
And we all exited the Berlin train. With the little boy still believing he'd accidentally dropped his water bottle.
