Friday, March 22, 2013
Find a penny, pick it up.....
We were in a jenky, but lovely, theater up north last weekend for a concert. The theater was a hundred years old and the bathrooms showed it. They were tiny and ill-prepared for large amounts of visitors--something they should have considered when they opened the bar on the first floor level. Drinkers need to pee...and they use the restroom a lot. (Note to the Vic owner: fix up your restrooms, okay?)
As I squeezed myself out of the stall and went over to wash my hands, I noticed a $20 bill lying on the floor. I hadn't washed my hands yet, so I was all over that bill on the dirty floor. I looked around and nobody was standing there, so I quickly pocketed that beast, washed my hands and got the heck outta there.
Joe was waiting for me just outside the door, so I marched him over to the bar area and whispered in his ear, "I just found a $20....I'm buying!" And of course, those are two of the three favorite things he likes to hear, and we head over to the bar to order two beers.
The total? $15---plus Joe leaves the dame a tip with my windfall. I was left with a mere $4 by the time he was done--which he quickly shoves into his wallet.
You find $20 and that's all you get? Two beers?
Crap. If that's all a twenty gets ya, what good are those pennies I'm picking up? They aren't even worth stooping over for anymore.