>My usual mantra is that no good deed goes unpunished. Thus when I agreed to host a young couple for Haven when I got a desperate call yesterday at 4:34 pm, I figured that I was in for a long night. I almost didn’t do it because I was tired, pissed off at asshole rich developers who are ruining New York City with their insane housing projects for the wealthy, and looking forward to spending a nice evening with Husband at the gym and watching TV, among other "bonding activities," if you get my drift. (He is heading to Boston for the day today, and I always like to see him off properly because I get nervous and paranoid. Not about him gallivanting about with another lady, but something worse that I am suddenly too superstitious to mention but you know what I mean.) Anyway, I felt bad about the young couple not having anywhere to go and I didn’t want to set a precedent for paying for a hotel because the stupid clinic would totally abuse it, so I grudgingly agreed to take them home with me.

When I finally met up with them two hours later, they melted my salty heart. They were just very sweet and obviously cared a lot about each other. Plus, the clinic dicked them over and didn’t really tell them where they’d be going or who with, and they seemed so vulnerable. I got all motherly and was happy to do what I could to make them as comfortable as possible given the situation.

As a result of all this, Husband went to the gym first, and then I went when he got home and was all showered. Not because I didn’t trust my guests to be in my apartment alone, but I wanted one of us to be there in case god forbid something went wrong. I got to the gym rather late, but I found a nice crisp $20 on the ground, rewarding me for my kindly abrupt change in plans. I snatched it up quickly and stuffed it in my pocket before someone claimed it, then later used some of the proceeds to buy the kids a MetroCard for our trip back to the clinic in the morning. It felt good, and made me extra glad that I did the right thing.