A cute young woman handed me my underwear this morning!

I was speeding downhill through an intersection where the light was green and there was no traffic, and I hit a bump and everything went flying out of my open-topped grocery pannier. The lunch stuff was all in its own plastic bag, but the fresh socks and underwear were loose, and it was all lying in the road just before the intersection. Fortunately, I did a U-ey and still had the light to go back through the other way before any cars got there. But a young woman who must have seen it happen was crossing the street to the donut shop, and picked up my socks and underwear (I expected she'd just stop with the socks) and handed them to me. We exchanged some small talk and went on our way.

No, I didn't get her number. I'm a happily married man.