Remember that time the kind, gorgeous, Irish gentleman returned my iPhone to me after I carelessly left it in a cab? That wasn't just a fluke.
I just dropped a pack of gum, gum people, on the ground as I was walking home, and a guy caught up with me to let me know and give it back to me. Nice.
Then I stopped to pick up my dry cleaning, sort of dreading it because I hate paying for dry cleaning. Neil, my new dry cleaning friend, was in a good mood today, and gave me 50% off. Twelve smackers got me a clean button down, blouse, pair of pants, and a skirt. Nice.
I'm off for a jog.