A guy by the coffee truck drops his wallet, or is it a pamphlet? My natural instinct, of course, is to say something, to help, maybe I'll pick it up and hand it to him, really seal the deal, and he'll be grateful, which will sustain me all the way through this dark and rainy day.
But he didn't actually drop anything at all, as it turns out to just have been a wet, fallen leaf that hitched a ride on his boot.
I think, "Gosh, I should write about that for my four each day," but then I just turn it into a tweet.
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