Sometimes, the world is A-OK.
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Like when you walk out of your local pizza place, trip, drop the pie on the sidewalk, and they replace it for free.
“Happens all the time,” they say.
When I was 11, I proudly bicycled to the little store at the beach in order to provide for my vacationing family, and then I hung two plastic bags—each containing a gallon of milk—from the handlebars. They bumped against the front wheel and exploded, of course, about 10 yards from the parking lot, and so I bravely/naively asked the manager if he would replace them after I took the rest of the groceries home and returned with an empty basket. He took one look at the little pool of tears I was eye-swallowing and said, “Sure, kid. 2%?”
