A man is getting on a train. As he rushes to make it onboard before the train departs - he drops his glove. The train pulls out and the man realises his blunder. Instead of wollowing in self pity, he throws the other glove out the window knowing someone else may benefit from his PAIR of gloves.
(This didn't actually happen to me in Kerry) but I wouldn't be surprised if it did such was the grace and gentile of Killarney and Marie's place. Some people call it the Kingdom and it is hard to argue with that.