Feb 17, 2008 23:59
It's been a trying week.
I stayed up late last night, watching one of my favourite terrible movies. It had been a long time. The last time I remember sitting down and putting it on was almost five years ago. I threw it in at 7am during a break from work, when anxious about something - and everything was resolved within twelve hours. Since then I think I've sort of associated it with being a good omen.
Nothing terribly special happened today. I went to work, I came home with a few records. On the way I home I decided to cut through the Sherbrooke metro. My foot is still pretty sore, and I didn't really feel like trying to get across Berri in the freezing rain. As I was about to take the escalator to the east Berri exit I noticed a fur hat on the steps. I did a double take and saw an older man with a cane sitting down a few steps above it - trying to pick it up using the handle of the cane. I decided to take the stairs instead - and picked up the hat and handed it to him.
When I got to the top of the stairs I heard a clatter and a defeated sigh. I turned around and saw the cane falling down the steps, and the man still sitting there defeated. I went back down the steps and retrieved the cane for him.
I don't think I did it for the good karma - but if I get some... it would be nice.