So, my husband loses his Blackberry while we are in New York City this past weekend. He ran outside at 7:15 a.m. to search because he had just moved our car and thought he might have dropped it. I started calling it, hoping it was still in my brother-in-law's apartment where we were staying. The second time I try, a cabbie picks up. He found the Blackberry on the street and was hoping we would call. We made arrangements to meet and I gave him a $20 tip. He told me it happens all the time and he had no use for it anyway.
Afterward, when we'd packed and left the keys in the apartment as instructed thus locking ourselves out, my daughter decided she had to go to the bathroom -- in the worst possible way. Of course, that's despite my request while we were inside for our children to visit the facilities. We dashed into a diner on 14th street and the owner gestured downstairs, no problem. And they gave us free apples on our way out. I love the Big Apple.
I like to think that this was some sort of karmic payback for something we've done. However, I now feel that we should pay the goodness forward. Whenever we do go to New York, something like this always happens. I've left my ATM card in a machine and a man called after me to come back. I dropped a lipstick in the subway and a woman ran after me to give it back.
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