Clover Man

   The other day I was walking down the street like I do, and a man stopped me and asked me if I wanted his four leaf clover (he had one in his hand, thats not just some weird innuendo). He was maybe in his early sixties, and wasn't particularly well dressed but wasn't particularly scrappy looking either. Usually when men who fall between this nondescript category and scrappy, being a young lady I usually assume foul play. Its not that I think I'm hot shit, although if I'm wearing a pair of spanx I do usually think I'm hot shit, its just that that is how young ladies are taught to respond to strange men. It makes sense of course, I'm not blaming anyone for educating me against strange gift-bearing men.
   So my first instinct was to decline the four leaf clover. I was also a little thrown because usually when creeps are a-creepin' they offer you something like vague and disgusting like "a real man" or "the business". So when this older man offered me a four leaf clover I said a little confusedly that it was so nice and that I wouldn't want to take it from him. Sometimes being kind like that is interpreted as willingness to be creeped upon, and it has gotten me in situations where someone will proceed to frighten me with their persistence.
   But this clover man just replied that he picked them all the time so he didn't mind giving it to me. There isn't really a defensive reply to that kind of honest answer. I could have been a jerk store and said "fuck that old man I don't want any part of your witchcraft" or ran away or something. I took the four leaf clover and the man walked away. I have been having a rough time looking for jobs lately so I have been thinking about this encounter a lot lately.
   If you believe in luck or signs from the universe, it doesn't get much better than this. For the most part I try to make my own luck, but I've been realizing how hard that is sometimes. This encounter was just one of those times that give me hope for humanity. Thats suuuuuper cheesy and I know its just a four leaf clover, but people don't do little things like that. I am so afraid of what strangers think of me (more so than what people I know think of me) that I would never think to do something like that. It makes me glad that there are people who aren't like me at all.