That Tuesday where everything just worked out, no idea why
I had one of those days last month in Portland where nothing was planned and it all went right. My car needed an oil change, so I stopped at that quick shop on Sandy Blvd, and the guy finished in 15 minutes instead of the hour they quoted. Then I found a parking spot right by Powell's on my first lap, which honestly never happens. I grabbed coffee at a random cart and the barista gave me a free pastry because I was the only one who said please. My boss called to ask about a report I thought I'd messed up, and it turned out I had actually submitted the updated version. Even my knees, which usually ache by 4pm, didn't bother me at all that day. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it just didn't. Has anyone else had a day like that where the universe seems to be on your side for once, and did it make you suspicious the whole time?