Spent 10 mins in a campus library shelf trying to find my seat—turns out the girl sitting there swapped the number tag with her backpack. Total "where’s Waldo" for students with reserved spots!
Just bombed my first open mic—forgot the punchline to my only joke, the guy next to me fell asleep, and now I’m pretty sure the bar’s charging me for the mic I face-planted into. If anyone’s got a “what even is stand-up” survival kit, I’ll take it.
A stranger held the door for me when my arms were full of groceries, and mouthed "you got this" when I looked flustered. Small acts that make a big day.