Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop. My writing prompt today:
~Look into your archives. What were you blogging about a year ago around this time? Are you still dealing with the same thing? Your thoughts?
O.K. This is so weird. A year ago, April 25th, I was walking to the check-out line of my neighborhood grocery store when I looked down and saw a one-hundred-dollar bill. There it was, nicely folded in half, in between the checker and the gum display. I picked it up and handed it to the checker saying "I know this didn't come out of my wallet". It was placed in the Lost and Found.
Of course I could use that money. But, it wasn't mine. I just couldn't pocket it, my guilt would take away any inkling of joy this money could provide.
So here we are, a year later, and I'm walking to my car after a stop at my neighborhood Walgreen's. The sun is shining, it's a beautiful afternoon and then, what's this? I spot a pretty wallet laying on the ground behind my van. When I picked it up I noticed it was pretty full. (I rarely carry cash. Who are these people carrying all this cash around?! Who ever you are, look me up, I'll definitely go out to lunch with you.)
I delivered the wallet to the store manager.
Two years in a row, in the same week, I've found a nice amount of cash. How bizarre. What's the strangest thing you've ever found?
Participating in Mama Kat's (pretty much world famous) Writer's Workshop? Let me know. If you want to see what it's all about click the button below.
~Look into your archives. What were you blogging about a year ago around this time? Are you still dealing with the same thing? Your thoughts?
O.K. This is so weird. A year ago, April 25th, I was walking to the check-out line of my neighborhood grocery store when I looked down and saw a one-hundred-dollar bill. There it was, nicely folded in half, in between the checker and the gum display. I picked it up and handed it to the checker saying "I know this didn't come out of my wallet". It was placed in the Lost and Found.
Of course I could use that money. But, it wasn't mine. I just couldn't pocket it, my guilt would take away any inkling of joy this money could provide.
So here we are, a year later, and I'm walking to my car after a stop at my neighborhood Walgreen's. The sun is shining, it's a beautiful afternoon and then, what's this? I spot a pretty wallet laying on the ground behind my van. When I picked it up I noticed it was pretty full. (I rarely carry cash. Who are these people carrying all this cash around?! Who ever you are, look me up, I'll definitely go out to lunch with you.)
I delivered the wallet to the store manager.
Two years in a row, in the same week, I've found a nice amount of cash. How bizarre. What's the strangest thing you've ever found?
Participating in Mama Kat's (pretty much world famous) Writer's Workshop? Let me know. If you want to see what it's all about click the button below.