my hero

Last night, we met some friends for happy hour drinks in Chelsea, and then decided to splurge on a taxi on the way home from the PATH train because it was freezing. As I took the change from the driver, climbed out of the cab and shut the door, I realized my wallet had fallen out onto the seat. I chased after the cab with no luck. Not only did Tim run the mile back to the taxi queue with me, but he remembered the car number, found it waiting in the line and dove in to rescue my wallet. If that's not love, I don't know what is.