Mama coulda bought a new pair of shoes

Sometimes I wish I didn't have a conscience.

Like this morning, which I'm sure was some sort of test by whichever divine agency administers moral testing these days. I'm walking out of the subway station at 40th and 6th. Some money falls out of a guy's pocket in front of me. He doesn't notice. I look down. It's a $50. I stare at it for a moment, and then pick it up.

"Sir!" I yell. "Sir!" He turns around.

"You dropped this," I say, handing him the $50 bill. He takes the bill and thanks me. He walks away, stops, turns around and comes back.

"Really," he says. "Thank you. You've just restored my faith in humanity."

Karma, I expect to be repaid in full. Unless this is actually paying back the debt Cindy and I racked up with those drunk townie lawyers that one night in college. Although, technically, she took the money. I just batted my eyelashes.