A Surprise Greeting

It all started in a cafe, like most stories do. I was on my daily scout. This is where I scout out humans who, in my righteous judgement, are worthy of the day’s dose of luck. I figured that coffee places in the morning are the best places to start. You can tell who’s having a bad day right away. So anyway, I picked my “victim” of the day. A young woman was being yelled at through her cell phone. I assumed it was her boss. Her hair was a mess. Her blazer was wrinkled while her skirt was nicely pressed. Her thick glasses were falling off her face as she struggled to hand her money over to the barista. “Scary,” I thought. It was like looking into a mirror. I decided to help this poor girl. Just a little push in the right direction. I didn’t want to do anything too fancy.

I followed her as she rushed to her workplace. She never spilled her coffee. She didn’t miss her train. It was a quiet ride. There were no crying babies and no obnoxious laughs. I thought a relaxing commute would suffice. Her cell phone rings. It’s her boss again. He’s still yelling. I thought to myself, “This boss guy is even getting on my nerves.” I followed her all the way to her office.

I just wanted to get this over with. I eventually found the office of the “big boss.” I found him playing on a mini golf set while yelling at another poor soul on the other end of his phone. I decided to mess with his computer a little bit while he was distracted trying to place the tiny white ball into the hole. I never understood the joy in playing golf. It’s a strange sport. Let’s get back to the computer. I decided to throw out some embarrassing emails throughout the company. It’s nothing too destructive. It’s just enough to throw off his ego. I then took out his wallet, take out a few bills, and put them into this poor girl’s purse. A little more money never hurt anyone.

I decide that I’ve done enough for the day and I head out of the offices. I’m waiting for the elevator and another worker stands next to me. I think nothing of it, he’s just another worker. The elevator doors open and we both walk in. As the doors close, I hear, “Well, that was quite nice of you.”