Last Thursday I was in Norfolk, VA for work. While I was at dinner, I was at dinner and someone left $100 for me to pay for my bill at dinner to thank me for service. At first, I was like, wow! The person went on and I never even saw their face.
The next day was downright crap and I was like, “that $100 must have come as a miracle, to the crappy day that ensued following day.”
Today, I’d been up for four hours trying to knock out a brief for a man I never met to present to 300 people on a topic he knows nothing about. I decided to take a break and I was on my way to the gym with an hour to spare before it closed.
Whilst walking and listening to Kaytranada, two very frantic, lost ladies flagged me down while there were running across the street. Their phone was about to die. They were looking for an address in Northeast DC; they were in Arlington. For anyone not familiar with DC, that’s on completely opposite sides of the river.
I hopped in the car, took them back to my house and plugged up their phone so it could charge while they went to have lunch. I ran to the gym, had 30 minutes to knock a shitty set of bench presses and the gym closed.
When I returned from the gym I asked, “did the ladies come back to get their phone?” My husband said yes, but when he picked it up to hand it to them, the phone slipped from the case and shattered. He felt really bad and after basically begging them to take payment to get it repaired, they reluctantly accepted and he gave him the remaining $60 that I had from the $100 that was given to me by a kind stranger.
He felt bad, they felt bad, but I feel like I’m the one who really loss here 😞😆.