The girl that was in the car with me politely told me that we probably wouldn't be seeing each other again. I guess almost getting your ticket punched on a second date'll do that.
That same day, I also realized I how much work I had ahead of me both with the car and with real work.
And to top it all off, I got onto the wrong train on my way to the junkyard to deal with my crashed car. I was going to waste at least an hour getting there now.
Little things, yeah. But we know that the little things mean a lot to me.
Then these three kids stepped into the subway car and started hitting everything around them with drumsticks.
I asked them if they would play me something. They did.
The little things almost ruined my day. Then again, a little thing saved it. The guy at the pound said I was a lucky boy. The doc said I was fine.
Later that night, I met four lovely ladies, three of whom were traveling from Sweden. The girl in the conversation above lives around the way. I also met some other people but those are stories for a different time.
I also fixed my screen.
Perhaps best of all, I slept six hours that night.
Thank God for the little things.
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