Monday – gave my umbrella to a soggy oldish man who was waiting at an uncovered bus stop, resulting in getting to work wet. This morning, running to catch a train, he stopped me on the corner of my street where I had seen him to give me the umbrella back. Said he was getting worried he wouldn’t see me again so he could return it. Resulted in getting on a train happy.
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