I THOUGHT SOMEONE WAS LEAVING A TICKET ON MY CAR—BUT IT WAS A $50 SURPRISE
It had already been one of those days.
You know the kind—late to work, spilled coffee on my shirt, toddler meltdown in the backseat because I gave him the wrong granola bar. And of course, the bumper situation wasn’t helping. I’d been driving around with it half-dangling for weeks, hoping no one would notice. Spoiler: they noticed.
So when I saw a folded piece of paper tucked under my windshield wiper, I immediately groaned.
“Great,” I muttered. “Now a ticket.”
But when I unfolded it, I froze.
It wasn’t a fine. Or a complaint. Or one of those passive-aggressive notes about how my car was an “eyesore for the neighborhood.”
It was a $50 bill.
And a handwritten message that just said:
“I saw that your car is missing a front bumper. Hopefully this helps a little.
Sincerely,
Someone trying to be a better person this year.”
I just stood there, holding it, blinking like an idiot in the middle of the grocery store lot while people walked past like nothing happened.
I looked around. No one in sight. No camera crew waiting to catch a reaction. Just the sound of my son whispering from the backseat, “Mommy? Are you happy-crying?”
But here’s the weird part.
I took the note home. Slipped it into the junk drawer. And this morning, when I went to show it to my sister…
There was another one.
Different handwriting. Same
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