Woke up extra early today ’cause that horoscope title had me curious, ya know? Taurus season’s rollin’ and that “lucky surprise” promise stuck in my head like leftover gum on a shoe. Grabbed my laptop before even my coffee, keyboard sticky from yesterday’s toast crumbs. Real classy.
The Morning Grind (Literally)
Opened up the usual astrology site. Took a swig of cheap instant coffee – tasted like burnt socks – and scrolled down to Taurus. April 28, 2025, right there. Text said something like: “Venus aligns with your sector of unexpected gains today, Taurus. Keep an open mind and welcome delightful financial surprises.” Basically, money might fall outta the sky? Sounded too good. Laughed it off, splashed some coffee on my pajama pants. Classic me.
My Usual Skeptical Self
Finished the coffee sludge. Routine kicked in:
- Emptied the overflowing dishwasher.
- Tried calling the plumber about that leaky sink (left on voicemail, again).
- Stared blankly at the bills piling up on the counter. Adulting is a scam.
Thought about that “financial surprise” nonsense while scrubbing burnt oatmeal off the pot. Yeah, right. Where’s my surprise? Probably just meant finding a forgotten $20 in an old coat pocket. Did that last week.
The Non-Surprise Surprise
Around lunchtime, feeling kinda blah about the whole “lucky day” thing. Then… BAM! Doorbell rings. Almost tripped over the dog bowl scrambling to answer. It’s the mail guy, lookin’ annoyed. Shoved a thick envelope into my hands – looked official, not junk.
Tore it open right there in the doorway. Dog’s sniffing my ankles. It’s a letter from some investment account I opened years ago for like $50 bucks. Totally forgot it existed. Letter says: “Matured Funds Distribution Enclosed.” Huh? Attached was a check. Not $20. Not $50.
$500 bucks. Just sittin’ there.
The Aftermath
Stood there holding the check, mouth probably hangin’ open like an idiot. Dog whined. Checked the letter about ten times. Called the bank number on the letter – automated system confirmed it. That old tiny account actually grew and paid out. Legit. Unexpected. Definitely a surprise. Paid a bill AND treated myself to that dumb expensive takeout I always want but never get.
So yeah, maybe the stars were onto something yesterday. Or maybe it was pure dumb luck hitting right when I read that horoscope. Either way, got my surprise. Moral of the story? Sometimes you gotta laugh at the “nonsense,” but hey, life’s weird. Keep your eyes open. And maybe stop throwing away those official-looking envelopes. Grumpy mail guy might just be delivering gold.
