The Studio

The other day, while Chi was in town, she and I were killing time by walking around in the Marina on a Sunday afternoon. As we made our way back to our car so we could drive across town to our dinner reservations, we passed an average looking girl, dressed pretty cutely, as they are wont to do in the Marina.

We had walked about 5 feet or so past each other when the girl called out to us. We turned around to see what the girl wanted. She asked if we lived here, I said "kind of" because "here" can have narrow or broad meaning. I figured she was going to ask for directions to some place...

She started apologizing and said she was really embarrassed to ask, but she was a student at Sacramento State, and had lost her wallet while on this visit. She'd tried searching for it everywhere but couldn't find it, and needed some money for gas to get back to school. I'm still not sure why I did it, but I gave the girl money! Not a little either, I gave her a $20. I usually never give people money, opting instead to donate to charities I'm familiar with or that I volunteer with. Yet, this time, there was no reservation what so ever.

Who knows, the girl could have wanted the money for an expensive pair of boots, to pay off her cell phone bill, or to buy gas to get back to school. I didn't really dwell on the whole thing all that much afterwards...just thought it was weird I did something so out of character.