I went to the post office with my mom a few weeks ago. I was talking to the lady at the counter about tracking these people in Altoona, Iowa who took a fifty dollar money order as payment, and then never sent me my printer. The postal worker went to look something up, and I looked down on the ground. There was a bill, I picked it up, and it was a hundred. Paranoia set in. Not immeadiately, but very close to it. My mom suggested that it may belong to the elderly black lady that was also in the room. Sure enough, she had been buying money orders, and never even realised she had dropped it. Normally, I am so noid about somebody getting over on me, that I would have just stuck it in my pocket. Not that I am a thief, but I always get the feeling that the person is all like, "sucker, now I've got the hundred bucks" or what ever. She was very greatful, and all like, the lord is gonna bless you chile. I did happen to get a job that day, and that is no small achievement for me. Been hard getting jobs here lately.
I found 31 cents yesterday on the floor at work.
I left a big space to give the quick thinkers time to realize someone had quite possibly spent 69 cents. huh huh 69.
I found 31 cents yesterday on the floor at work.
I left a big space to give the quick thinkers time to realize someone had quite possibly spent 69 cents. huh huh 69.