from my state – literally and figuratively – and other places. i'm not in florida any more, but i haven't given up the sunshine.


finders keepers

so, yesterday i picked up a $20 bill from the floor next to my cubicle at work. it was haphazardly folded in a way that suggested it had been stuffed it into a pants pocket. something i am prone to do. i am also prone to losing things out of said pocket. so, i checked my bag and, knowing – i think – how much money i had, and figured the $20 was likely not mine.

there were five men in the vicinity who were possible owners of the money. as i inquired, i held the bill up so they could see it – like people don’t know what a $20 looks like. each of four men looked at the disheveled bill with disdain and immediately pulled out their wallet/money clip to say: no, it isn’t mine. you see … my bills are all neatly folded in a respectable fashion. their shirts were a little sloppy, but the bills were neatly pressed.

the found money bought lunch for my boss and i today. it seemed like the thing to do: i wasn’t sure it was mine. i’d asked around and no one claimed it. asked everyone, that is, except the guy who has made numerous ridiculously shallow and racist remarks, who i hear in heated telephone conversations on a daily basis, and who is generally an all around miserable human being. sometimes i can be a little too honest … i told the boss, “well, he isn’t a good person. and if it is his, i really don’t care if he lost a $20.”


Blogger Amy said...

I think your plan sounds fair. Maybe you should work out a plan where the jerky guy gives you $20 a week for being an idiot.

11/03/2005 03:20:00 PM

Blogger betsy said...

ooh ... i like how you think!

11/03/2005 03:22:00 PM

Blogger Cindy said...

I think we should send the nasty one to my old office. He'll fit in just fine. There are lots there just like him and I don't miss any of them.

11/06/2005 05:38:00 PM


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