I havent had dollars or change in my pocket for ages. I didnt even know I had 7 dollars in my wallet the other day until a friend of mine said he was going for drinks and I opened my wallet as a show of support. Today, on our way to some pre-Thanksgiving family dinner thingie, grandmother sends me into Costco with a 10 dollar bill to fetch a pie. As I come back out to the car where she and my dad were chattering away animatedly, I handed back the remaining bills and was about to hand back the 75+ cents change when I shrugged and put the coins into my pocket instead. She honestly doesnt care about the coins, and I certainly didnt care to have the coins impotently stuffed into my pocket. But stuffed them I did anyway, because I figured that the task of handing off 3 quarters and some pennies to my grandmother in the front seat whilst she was engaged in conversation didnt seem all that pertinent to the flow of dialogue. Even so, I fleetingly pondered what the hell I would even do with them. And, as the myriad waftings of Is and the universe oft do, I found my answer when returning from the corner store with a bag full of food stuffs purchased, of course, with a debit card. No, the use for the quarters was not mine, actually. I was walking back home when I was about to pass by a fellow who looked like he could be some sort of time traveler. Actually, I was about to pass by a fellow who looked as if he was the sort of fellow who believed himself to be a time traveler - for he seemed to be muttering to himself as though he was, indeed, a fellow that thought that to be. I briefly considered giving this guy wide berth, but settled on the decision to not; for I figured if the situation turned awry, then I felt that that seemed a situation I would inevitably handle when it occurred. But it did not occur, for seemed was all it turned out to be, as the man was not muttering to himself, he was merely clearing his throat, and proved to be a rather grounded and friendly, albeit worse-for-wear, fellow. And, the situation I had rendered to the fates to be decided, was fated to begin with him asking if I happened to have seventy five cents.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 04:28:29 +0000