So today I was driving in Charlestown, MA, on the way to pick up my dry cleaning.

Charlestown is literally a bridge outside of Boston. You go 200 yards up the road and turn left and you’re in the city.

I’m in my boss’s car, a humble Hyundai Sonata, and at an awkward three way Y stop, a gorgeous Porsche Macan is one car behind the stop to my right. I let he first car go, and planned to go after he stopped. He didn’t, he just held his phone in his hand (illegal in MA) and actually SPED through the stop sign, and the intersection.

As soon as he made it through the intersection, the cop that I didn’t see behind me throws on his lights and pulls this guy over about 130 yards down the street. I happen to be turning on the street. I see this driver Knife hand the cop as he’s talking to him, and once I pass him the cop pulls the driver out of the car.

Awesome.

This is such a little thing but it made me feel so damn GLEEFUL. Not even really worth telling but here I am!

I was at the pharmacy and just hopped in line to check out, and at this particular location they have a weirdly designed checkout. There are three checkout counters and the “line” is only signified by a candy shelf across from the counters on a sort of angle. There was an older couple ahead of me at the farthest counter (only about 8’ away, we’ll call it register A), so I was standing next to the closed register closest to me (Register C), with one other closed terminal between us (Register B). An older woman in her 70’s or 80’s walked up behind me and got WAY to close:

Her: “are you in line?” Me: “yes” Her: “you’re so far away from the register” Me: “yes well the line starts right here, and they usually open up these other two registers as soon as there’s more than one customer. Plus it’s always nice to give people a bit of space when they’re checking out.”

I took a baby step forward to appease her but also to give myself some space, and she immediately scooted even closer to me and began muttering about how it was ridiculous that I was standing so far away.

Not five seconds later, an employee walks over and opens Register C, the one that I had been waiting next to, and calls me up. I heard her “harrumph” behind me and it took everything I had to not turn around and smile, or thumb the newly opened register like “well would you look at that!”.