I make it a habit to gas up my truck at or before the point where it reaches a quarter tank of fuel remaining.
This morning, while doing just that, I had secured the hose nozzle in my gas tank, glanced down and saw a folded piece of pink paper lying on the ground by the wheel of my truck. As my glance transformed into an inquisitive inspection, I quickly realised that there were numbers on this piece of paper. More specifically, a five and a zero. Sweet! I just scored me a fifty! Unfolding my new find, I was doubly please to discover a twenty secured inside the folded fifty. Not even 7 AM and already my day is looking up.
Now, considering that I was at a busy truck stop, very near to where I work and therefore being the place I habitually fill up, this money had most likely fallen out of somebody's pocket quite recently. I wasn't about to hold it up and shout out, "Hey! Did anybody lose 70 bucks?" I think I would have received more than one reply.
So basically, this morning's experience can be chalked up to a combination of my untrusting nature of humans in fiscal matters as well as my own inherent greed. I'll just go and buy my wife some flowers or something.
I'd like to be a fly on your wall tonight when you bring home flowers and a clear (sort of) conscience.
I strongly urge you to get a grip and be VERY circumspect in what you choose to get her or you'll be explaining into the wee small hours why you showed up with flowers, candy, gifts, etc...
After she gets done pounding you into a bloody pulp for cheating on her, that is.
I'm just saying, y'know?
Posted by: wil | Wednesday, 29 June 2005 at 01:46 PM