I would like to thank the person who carried my scarf from the parking lot to the customer service desk in the Publix at NW 39th Avenue and I-75 on Friday afternoon. I put my jacket on to dash into the store for cough syrup, and did not realize until I got home that my scarf was not in the car. I called the store just on the off chance that some nice person had turned in my scarf to the lost and found. The young woman who answered the phone said, "Is it black and tan with checks and blue?" I told her my name and she said I could pick it up the next time I came in.
This act of kindness brought the roller coaster to a safe stop for a while. It came at the end of a day when I had found out that a colleague of mine, with whom I shared masses of teaching materials representing hundreds of hours of preparation, had given copies of my tests to the students. I was still puzzling over that thoughtless act when the scarf episode came along to erase the glum feeling.
Along the way to retrieve the scarf yesterday, my husband and I got caught in a traffic jam caused by a trailer of bulls that crashed on the interstate. It has been a weekend of mishaps, and I am grateful that, this time, only inconvenience came from my own carelessness.
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