My wonderful day. Starts with cupcakes and ends with Chipotle.
I had two hours to make my hair appointment. Plenty of time, I thought, for a thirty minute drive south to make two errands that were in the same vicinity. As usual, however, things did not go as plan. Between my recollection of the backstreets and Siri's insistence to get on the toll road, I made things worse by using the compass on my dashboard to try to get my bearings. Okay maybe things didn't start out so great. I had to duck into a Taco Bell for a quick drive-thru when hunger pains hit. There was no possible way they could have gotten the order more wrong, had they tried. I ate around the stuff that oozes.
I finally got to my first destination and realized I was never going to make the second errand, so I called in and asked my hairdresser if it was possible to push the time back. No problem. I bought half an hour.
First errand completed, I went to the second. I was in the neighborhood of a cupcake store so I thought I would pick up a sample box of Sweets cupcakes that I promised myself as an incentive for sticking it out in Pilates class. I picked up another box for the hairdresser.
On my way back from this errand, my life took a surreal turn. I had to take the toll road to get back in an acceptable amount of time. Coming off the freeway there was a homeless man pan handling. I went for a dollar bill that I had in my purse and I waved him over. "Good luck to you, sir," I said. He replied something that I wish I had remembered. He was first startled, and then extremely courteous. I couldn't help thinking I caught a subtle whiff of cologne and I wondered if I had been had. No matter. It was worth the risk.
I made it to the hairdressers, handed her the box of cupcakes, which she was grateful for. While I was in the chair she left me for a a few minutes and I began to make my own Arya kill list in my head: Carrot Cake, Chocolate Mousse, Red Velvet ... . Game of Thrones fans will know what I mean.
When I left the hairdressers, everything got strange. It was like I was riding on a karmic parallel universe. I went through the Starbucks line and they gave me the drink for free. And then I went to Chipotle and the guy at the register zeroed my balance. "I got you covered." He said. "Are you kidding me?" I said in disbelief. "You got that vibe going, babe."
"Wow." I said. "It's true what they say about karma. I just gave a homeless man some money." (Now I wish it was more than a dollar.) "Glad I was a part of that," said the kid behind the register.
Great day. And it's going to get better. Carrot Cake, Chocolate Mousse, Red Velvet...
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A lot of my patients are well-groomed and don't look stereotypically 'homeless' at all.
Keeping up appearances is an important part of getting off the streets.
I think you're okay there with the cologne-smelling guy. And thank you for such thoughtfulness and compassion. 
