Luck be a parking spot...
Stephanie and I found a parking spot directly in front of the hotel, and when she opened her car door, there was a twenty dollar bill laying on the ground. (It was not a "poo dollar".)
We were thrilled about it, then spent the next hour wondering how we'd be punished for such fortune. (Running across the street to the hotel: "Twenty dollar jaywalking ticket, right?")
At the gas station on the way back to her place, a guy approached us, explaining that his car had broken down and he didn't want to walk several miles home from work with a server apron full of cash through a dodgy neighborhood. She and I, veteran servers, had a silent conversation where we calculated our getting-raped-and-killed odds to be moderate to low and gave the guy a lift. Once we dropped him off and it was clear he had no friends hiding in the bushes to jump us, we breathed a fat, dramatic sigh.
Consider "it" to be paid forward.
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