Singles Are Preferred
Mar. 15th, 2006 09:15 amA random act of kindness can turn a day around. I know. It happened to me yesterday morning. As I hurried out the door of my apartment, I did one last inventory of items I would need to have with me at rehearsal and throughout the day. One of the last items I checked was my wallet. Monday, on my day off, I did a lot of walking around Seattle. I had lunch with my real estate friend, George, got well adjusted at the chiropractor (well, as adjusted as I can be:) and then strolled down Pine Street from Capital Hill to downtown and across to Belltown. My final stop was Rite Aid to pick up some drinks.
I paid for my purchases with a debit card, borrowed a pen to write debit on the receipt, threw my knapsack over my shoulder, grabbed the three heavy bags of groceries and headed out the door, juggling the bags the four blocks back to my apartment. I then got the exciting news that my laptop was in town and spent the rest of the evening in front of the computer screen.
Well ... When I checked my wallet the next morning, there were only four single dollar bills in it. I knew I had gotten $20 cash from the cashier at Rite Aid. What happened? I rushed around the apartment checking jeans pockets, coats, my knapsack, even staring at the inside fold of my wallet, wishing the money to magically appear. I decided I had dropped it and hoped that whomever found the bill, would put it to good use. I blessed it and let it go.
However, my route to the theatre goes by the Rite Aid. I decided to explain to the supervisor what had transpired. I told the guy (very cute and Gay), “I know I have no proof, but I think I put the money on the counter, so that I could write on the receipt. The cashier who waited on me last night was Mike. Is it possible to see if his drawer was over for the shift?” The shift supervisor told me he’d look. He came back a few minutes later and said that Mike’s drawer was over exactly $20 and that he’d get the twenty for me. He added, I can tell when people are telling the truth.
Getting the money back certainly turned my day around. With that kind of luck, maybe I should buy a lottery ticket today ... or perhaps just find out if the shift supervisor is single:) In that case, “singles” are preferred.
I paid for my purchases with a debit card, borrowed a pen to write debit on the receipt, threw my knapsack over my shoulder, grabbed the three heavy bags of groceries and headed out the door, juggling the bags the four blocks back to my apartment. I then got the exciting news that my laptop was in town and spent the rest of the evening in front of the computer screen.
Well ... When I checked my wallet the next morning, there were only four single dollar bills in it. I knew I had gotten $20 cash from the cashier at Rite Aid. What happened? I rushed around the apartment checking jeans pockets, coats, my knapsack, even staring at the inside fold of my wallet, wishing the money to magically appear. I decided I had dropped it and hoped that whomever found the bill, would put it to good use. I blessed it and let it go.
However, my route to the theatre goes by the Rite Aid. I decided to explain to the supervisor what had transpired. I told the guy (very cute and Gay), “I know I have no proof, but I think I put the money on the counter, so that I could write on the receipt. The cashier who waited on me last night was Mike. Is it possible to see if his drawer was over for the shift?” The shift supervisor told me he’d look. He came back a few minutes later and said that Mike’s drawer was over exactly $20 and that he’d get the twenty for me. He added, I can tell when people are telling the truth.
Getting the money back certainly turned my day around. With that kind of luck, maybe I should buy a lottery ticket today ... or perhaps just find out if the shift supervisor is single:) In that case, “singles” are preferred.
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Date: 2006-03-16 04:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-19 04:29 pm (UTC)I'll call the cookbook, "This Old Thing?!?!?"