No. 8, $3 & 4.85

At the john in the dog park two men talking at the pissoir while I was exiting the cabin:

"It is now four point eighty five!"
"Four point eighty five?"
"Yeah, four point eighty five?"

That is all I heard. What is four point eighty five?

I stepped towards the car, the dog behind me and I spotted a cellphone lying on the pavement of the unoccupied  spot next to my car.  I picked it up and carried it to the dog stuff and bath shop, my dog following me all the time.  I returned to the car and decided to arrange the dollar bills stuffed in my pocket, transfer some to the wallet, some out of the wallet into the pocket, three singles on the passenger seat of the car.  It took a minute, and by the time I was done, a man came with his German shepherds. He loaded them into his SUV (my guy was already in the back seat) parked next to the empty spot.  When he turned around I asked if he by any chance had lost a phone. Yes, he checked, he did, I sent him back to the dog shop, and I drove off.

No good deed goes unpunished, I have long found.  I was thinking of what disaster awaits me.  We drove to Ba Le Vietnamese Sandwich (and soup) shop and ordered No. 8 on the menu Bánh_mì_thịt_nướng, BBQ Pork Sandwich, my usual order, for $3.00.  Where else can you buy a sandwich for three dollars?  (It used to cost $2.25 a couple of years ago.)  

Then we drove home by the main thoroughfare.  We'll eat the sandwich there.  I was still thinking of the punishment for the good dead, and it came.   Whereas most of the time we cover the couple of miles getting stopped at one traffic light (out of almost a dozen), this time five lights stopped us, while the one light that usually stops us let us through.