Gone are the mornings of waking before the alarms sounds. Upon us are the days of excrutiating pain that consume your body as it takes 15 minutes to roll yourself over to hit the snooze bar that allows you to sleep an extra 10 minutes.
Today was a karate / tai bo / cardio / kick your ass kind of day. My butt cheeks are sore. I stopped at a convenience store for coffee, on my way to work. While I was paying for it, at the counter, I dropped a dollar bill.
It seemed to fall in slow motion, as I knew the further it dropped, the more I would have to bend to get it and the more painful that would be. A dollar...not worth it.
As it hit the floor, the guy behind me wanted to play good Samaritan. He said, "Hey buddy. I think you dropped something." I did not even look.
"Nope, no, sorry. I didn't drop anything." I'm thinking okay, dude. There's your window of opportunity. Pick up the dollar, buy a lottery scratch off with it and we'll all have a great day.
That was not happening. The last Boy Scout was standing behind me in line at the Quickie Mart. "No, you did. I saw it fall out of your wallet when you paid for your coffee, there."
I turned and looked at him and slowly said. "No...I did not." Then I turned and walked away...slowly...and wincing.
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