I am in love with Improv Anywhere. I think its because they do things I wish I could be a part of…but most are in NY. No pants day in the subway. Freezing in Grand Central. The equivalent flash mobs here, like Santacon and Brides of March are awesome…but I want to be a part of Improv Anywhere.
Only Improv Anywhere can pull off one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen. You ever fascinated with shows, musicals and movies where people just break into song? They did it in real life….and well I may add. Just watch and see. If you want to see the process, you can check it out here. I want to be an agent. I want to participate in shit like this. I want to be a twin and ride the subway in a human mirror. I just want to be a part of it. Luckily they have branched out and have shit listed on this Urban Prankster site…but its not the same.
I needed to share a few goings on from my weekend.
So I believe in Karma.
I believe that good things happen to good people, and if something bad happens to good people, karma will step in and fix it. At least I do now.
We are housesitting Friday night. Saturday morning, we go to take a shower (yes I said we), and I open the slider. Its a glass shower door that hangs, and apparently I the track came loose and the shower door found its sweet spot, and SMASH! Tempered glass all over the bathroom. And we were going to leave in 20 minutes. Damn.
The next few hours we spent cleaning. Spoke with the homeowner. They were just happy we werent hurt. Drive back to SF, roommate is in the driveway. (SHAKES FIST!) Thats ok, there is a spot up the street.
Grab the spot up the street. Get out of the car, and see a few cards on the concrete. Could be credit cards, drivers licesnces or something, so I pick them up. Two gift cards. I look around, see no one, see no remainder of a wallet, or signs that anyone is coming back. Was it wrong for me to take them? I dont think so. I could justify it all day. Who do I turn cards without names into? Do I report it? Thats just stupid. Its like finding a $5 bill. Only difference. It wasn’t $5. It was a $25 iTunes gift card, and a $200 Macys card.
Karma. Accidental glass door shattering. Timing worked in our favor coming home, so much in fact that the gift cards were waiting at the car. Not in the driveway where I normally park…but up the street.
Call it what you will…someone was on our side.