Today I checked online and read that NFL receiver Chris Henry was in the hospital with head injuries. When I went to check ESPN a couple hours later, the idea came into my head, “I bet he died,” and sure enough he did. I felt badly about my nonchalant prediction, and wondered in what way it spoke poorly about me.
A woman on the subway asked the car for money. She seemed pretty seriously on hard times, but she was kind of rude, and I didn’t want to pull my wallet out in the middle of the car, so I didn’t give her anything. It’s very cold today.
After work I encountered a small school bus honking incessantly because two parked cars were preventing it from completed a turn. It looked like the bus actually could squeeze through, but I didn’t stop to help spot the driver.*
I’m flying to Ecuador tomorrow, and both flights and travel make me more sensitive than I normally am to jinxes, bad karma, and the like (example: “I didn’t tip that cab driver very well. I hope I don’t get mugged in Tokyo”). So, what do I make of…
…finding $80 lying on the sidewalk tonight?
It’s sitting on my desk, looking at me with suspicion. I don’t deserve it. I’m wiling to bet I need it less than whomever lost it. I wonder if I’ll get mugged by a llama.