My friend recently had an unfortunate evening in Moscow that involved “a charming cocktail of vodka beer rum wine baiileys rum and our old friend jager” (according to her latest email). And at that point she left her purse in the “cab” (which was actually a civilian car, since proper taxis don’t really exist in Moscow). She returned back to her boyfriend’s apartment with nothing but a few kopecks and a stick of gum. The lost purse was filled with vital items (like credit cards, and passports, and prescription meds, and reading glasses, and the visa permitting her to stay in said semi-sinister Eastern European country).

But instead of suffering through twelve years of standing in line to obtain her new passport and documents (not to mention the numerous mean Russian ladies who would yell at her in the process), it turns out that the bad-drinking-etiquette-silly-American-girl-traveling-in-cold-climates fairy was watching over her that night. The “cab” driver found her purse and handed her documents over to the Russian militia, after stealing her camera, cash, and iPod. She was so delighted to get her passport and papers back that she felt the “cab” driver deserved all the other stuff as a reward. Let’s just call it karma.

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