One day, three anecdotes.

One day, three encounters.
The first, a family of Syrian peasants growing tomatoes and lettuce in primitive warehouses along the coast.
The second, a middle-aged restaurant owner leisurely jogging on the seafront.
The third, an elderly taxi driver precautiously making his way through traffic.

One day, three invitations.
The first, to share tea with father, wife and sons in their rudimentary home, sitting in the only chair they own.
The second, to have a shot of vodka, or rum, or anything I desire.
The third, to be taken home safely.

One day, three offers.
The first, a big bag of tomatoes.
The second, a wedding proposal.
The third, a free ride.

One day, three experiences,
The first, humbling.
The second, awkward and annoying
The third, a relief

One day, three men
The first, welcoming and amusing
The second, ugly and sleazy
The third, charming and pleasant

Two out of three, ain't bad.