Shakespeare called it a Seven Day Wonder.

I was parked outside a convenience store around 11:30pm texting when a tattooed body with a shaved head appeared out of nowhere, and asked if there was any amount of money that would get me to drive him across town. 

I told him to hop in, and he was reluctant at first, unsure why I would be willing to do it for free.  I introduced myself first with a handshake and he then told me his name is Michael, a gang banger from East L.A.  Judging by the conversation we had and our respective reactions to the occurrence, we will likely spend the next seven days, if not the rest of our lives, wondering if the other one was an angel.