Nothing like doing something good because its the right thing to do and then spending the next hour or so having bad things happen to you.
I went to get my mail at the Post Office and found an incredibly badly written address to the County of Santa Cruz in my box. The return address was completely illegible but the envelope was thick and heavy. My guess is that it was filled with cash going to the county to pay off some stupid fine they'd gotten.
So, instead of pocketing the envelope and having lunch on someone else's dime, I turned it in (and got my two cool little packages that the wanks on eBay overcharged for shipping on) and felt good about myself for doing so.
And then, for the rest of my lunch break, I had to dodge cars that kept trying to run me over, had to dodge a jackass with a yorkie who thinks poop evaporates because he left the fresh steaming pile right on the side of the path and a back tire that has decided to deflate.
Would I turn in the envelope again if it were to happen again? Sure. I don't need the karmic debt by screwing someone else over needlessly, unless there were like thousands of dollars in there. Am I going to stop yelling at dumbass drivers who have apparently never seen a bicycle before? Hell no. Try to hit me and I'll smack you upside the head with epithets that'd make a sailor blush.
PS. I'm Rick James, Bitch! With a strap on dildo.
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