I got my shot of good karma today by lending one of the neighbors my ice scraper, this morning. I dunno what kind was she was using, but it looked cheap and obviously wasn’t doing her any good. Honestly, it looked less like an ice scraper, and more like some cheap plastic spatula from a little kid’s kitchen set.
In any case, she was appreciative. It was typical suburban living though — I’ve exchanged pleasantries with this woman several times before, but I have no clue what her name is.
A pick-up truck was flipped over on its roof, on the grass, right off of the mostly-residential road I take to work. Maybe the ice was a little bad this morning, after all.