I'm on the couch when the door bell rings. 'It's probably one of my wife's friends', I think and resume watching a video. The bell rings a second time. I get up to check who's there. I open the door and it's two little girls, about four or five. Their bicycles are parked neatly on the sidewalk in front of the driveway. They're wearing little bike helmets and the older one holds some paper in her hands. The little one has some change in her palm, cent pieces. We have two doors and bells because reasons. I had opened the other door. "Told you we should have rung the other bell." one of them exclaims to the other. "What can I do for you?", I ask. "We're selling newspapers." "Well, what kind of newspaper are you selling?" She holds up a discounter brochure, the kind you get your mail box stuffed with every week. "This, for rebate and stuff." She proceeds to leaf through the pages, showing me what's inside. "That's nice, how much are those newspapers?" "One cent, and you'll also get change back." "Excuse me for a minute." I say, closing the front door, looking for small change. I rarely carry small denominations but my wife does, so I rifle through her huge woman-wallet and find a two cent piece. I go back, open the door and hand over the lucre. "It's ok", I say. "The rest is for you" "That won't do." The older one is shaking her head no and advising the little one: "Give him ten cents." Being almost moved to tears by the situation, I acquiesce, thank them and they're on their way. This just happened and it was so god damn sweet. And I'm 8 cents richer. Hand rubbing intensifies.