Two good deeds, one day

I went into the pub and gave the barman back the money that he had lended (leant?) me to make that phone call. He looked quite surprised. The barflies seemed impressed but who knows if they were aware of what was going on around them?

Later, at work, I spotted five glazed hams that were about two weeks out of date. I like to think that by throwing them out I saved at least two families from an evening of stomach cramps, projectile vomiting and rigorous stomach pumping.

Doing good deeds is almost as much fun as being evil. What were the odds?