On the way into work, I watched a cement mixer turn around in a street that was slightly narrower than the length of the cement mixer. I still made it to work on time, but only just.
I committed a random act of literature on Sunday. It was rather more random than I would have liked, however. I bought the newest paperback by Colleen McCullough, and I must have put it on the floor by my feet while I had lunch. By the end of the meal, I had completely forgotten about it. I left without it, and didn't remember until we were nearly an hour away. I hope that someone finds it, and either reads it, or at very least takes it back to the bookstore and gets a refund (the receipt was in the bag). It would be such a waste for it to be thrown away, unread.