Today I was on call at Eclecstasy; it wouldn't have hurt my feelings if they hadn't needed me but it turned out that they did, and I'll admit I was a little put out. I was tired, and wanted to stay in bed with my cold after a productive day of registering the MFA Minivan at the DMV and having it inspected (wiper blades only! WIN!). Apparently someone who was scheduled to work today had the same idea, though, and so I did my hair and makeup and headed out prepared to put my best foot forward.
On my way to work, as I was getting ready to turn onto the main drag of MFA Village almost two miles from home, I saw a brown pitbull getting ready to cross the street. It had that meek, scaredy look of a dog that is not used to being on its own, and I considered driving on by but quickly decided that I would worry about that dog for the rest of the night if I didn't stop and see if I could help. After all, I reasoned, not everyone will stop and check on a pitbull-type dog even if they are usually very good dogs, and I would want someone to stop and check on it if that was MY dog. So I stopped, and was quickly very glad I had because it turned out that the brown pitbull was actually a white-and-brown spotted pitbull covered in mud who had stopped to wallow in a nearby construction site and belonged to us. POPPY! The damn dog had snapped her cable and, while she initially went to shrink away when I pulled over, as soon as I called to her was obviously VERY glad to have been found! I stopped, holding up traffic at a busy intersection, and called to her, and she jumped right into the MFA Minivan with muddy paws and an air of relief about her.
So I showed up at work five minutes late and with a muddy arse, and had to tuck two folded napkins into the back of my waistband and wait tables like that all night.
I'm starting to think there's something to this business of hedging my bets karma-wise.