On my way home from work today, I stopped at a gas station to satisfy a Butterfinger craving I’d been having. While there, I decided it was time to give my car the bath it so desperately needed. I got to the register, and noticed a sign saying we need $1 bills. Since my little chocolate bar would only give them one, I decided to go back and pick up a few more items, thus giving them more dollar bills. I then mentioned I wanted to get a car wash, but I needed to put it on my VISA card, since I’d given him all the cash I had. Before I could pull my card out of my wallet, he handed me the slip of paper that had the code on it.
I was a bit confused. I said, as quietly as I could, “you’re not going to charge me for it?” He shook his head no, and smiled. I was in such shock, I just stood there. I’m sure I looked like an idiot to the person standing behind me, but the confusion had taken over my mind.
I politely said thank you and walked out. I got into my car and just sat there, still in awe. What had I done to deserve this? Did I do something good that I don’t remember? Was it because I took my boss’ dog to the vet? Was it because I was finally nice to a waitress? Could it have been because I bought someone lunch that couldn’t afford it? I’ll probably never know, but I sat in my car and just accepted it.
A free car wash. It’s the little things that make me so happy. 
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