Saved By Chance
 

I was hustling out of my house yesterday morning and in my haste forgot to bring bus money to get home, forcing me to have to walk a few miles home after work in the S. Florida heat. As I waited for my boss to get into work I was preparing to snap pics of an extremely friendly squirrel outside a stereotypical snobby coffee place. I look down as I white balance my cam and what do I find? $3! A simple matter of chance saved me a crappy walk home.


Anyone have a story where chance bailed you out?

So many times that I lost count. Usually it's just the small stuff though.

can't remember last time something like that happend. That's pretty cool though that you didn't have to walk in the heat. So did you take that pic of the squirrel?

I got 4 good ones of him, and I'mma bring a couple nuts (acorns, not processed human ones) and get some better ones.

Anyone else have a story? It doesn't ahve to be major just a "life is cool" moment where you got saved by chance.

Wow, good luck there!

I have one that sounds like a sappy "made for tv" movie.

One year my family was broke, and it was christmas. I was six years old. My mom had enough money to get me and my sister a few gifts, but no christmas tree. She announced sadly that there would be no tree this year. Then, on christmas eve, I was in a store and found a $20 bill on the floor! I don't recall if I asked at the counter if anybody had lost some money...maybe I did. But I do remember running down to the christmas tree lot on the corner and picking one out, and surprising my mother with it. Yay! We got to have a christmas tree after all!

I was moving from Utah to Sacramento, I was about 9 hours into the drive when I decided I wanted to stop and get gas and food. I stoped in some small Nevada town pretty close to the california/nevada border. As I stepped out of my car, I patted my pockets to make sure I had my keys. I felt the lump (a wad of paper) and heard a jingle (random change) so I closed my car door. As it latched into place, I noticed my keys on the center console.
FUCK!
I walked into the gas station (it was one of those big truck stop places) and asked the lady behind the counter if she had the number for a locksmith. I didn't want to use a locksmith, because I didn't have any credit cards, only cash that needed to last me a month or so. The lady's husband happened to be stopping by to take her to lunch, he asked me to show him which car was mine. I showed him my Chevy Cavolier, he responded "Oh, I've broken into a few of those in my time". I had to buy a lockout kit ($9.99) but it only took 10 minuntes to get in and I'm sure cost a lot less than a locksmith. The guy wouldn't even let me pay for his dinner.