July 29, 2003
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
-- Biggie
Ok, so I went to Target yesterday. I'm chilling and minding my own business. I was cruising around near the milk and trying to peel back the thick layers of medicine fog to determine if I, in fact, needed yet another 6 pack of 20 oz. Dasani water, or if I had enough for the week. Up the aisle, back down the aisle.
So I decide against the purchase of more water and turn around. I glance down and see a ten spot on the floor. I reach and grab it and immediately begin questioning everyone in close proximity to said bling bling if this was their bank roll in my palm. I got several no's and then this one dude took the bill out of my hand to closely inspect it... I begin to think that the wheels in his brain are spinning in the direction of, "Hmm.... I should just take this from her." But he thought it over and handed it back to me, just in time for his wife to walk up and say to me "Hey, it's your lucky day."
So, with that, I walk off. And I'm thinking. Now, I already know what I'm doing with the money, no doubt, but you know, you still think about it. I checked out and went to the service desk.
An approximately 16 year old boy with the dirty Q-Tip hair style that I loathe was working the desk. "Yeah, can I help you?" "Uh, I found this money by the milk case." "Way cool!" Followed by boy snatching said $10 out of my hand and shoving it in a drawer next to him. I stare blankly. Now, I didn't expect a commendation or award for my honesty. But you're thinking what I was thinking, that child is going to pocket that money just as soon as I turn around. So I slowly start to walk away and Q-Tip shouts, "Hey, that was honest of you."
Yeah, yeah it was. My good deed of the week and Q-Tip will be using it to buy the new Fat Joe CD, or some more peroxide.
Amy
The more problems we see
-- Biggie
Ok, so I went to Target yesterday. I'm chilling and minding my own business. I was cruising around near the milk and trying to peel back the thick layers of medicine fog to determine if I, in fact, needed yet another 6 pack of 20 oz. Dasani water, or if I had enough for the week. Up the aisle, back down the aisle.
So I decide against the purchase of more water and turn around. I glance down and see a ten spot on the floor. I reach and grab it and immediately begin questioning everyone in close proximity to said bling bling if this was their bank roll in my palm. I got several no's and then this one dude took the bill out of my hand to closely inspect it... I begin to think that the wheels in his brain are spinning in the direction of, "Hmm.... I should just take this from her." But he thought it over and handed it back to me, just in time for his wife to walk up and say to me "Hey, it's your lucky day."
So, with that, I walk off. And I'm thinking. Now, I already know what I'm doing with the money, no doubt, but you know, you still think about it. I checked out and went to the service desk.
An approximately 16 year old boy with the dirty Q-Tip hair style that I loathe was working the desk. "Yeah, can I help you?" "Uh, I found this money by the milk case." "Way cool!" Followed by boy snatching said $10 out of my hand and shoving it in a drawer next to him. I stare blankly. Now, I didn't expect a commendation or award for my honesty. But you're thinking what I was thinking, that child is going to pocket that money just as soon as I turn around. So I slowly start to walk away and Q-Tip shouts, "Hey, that was honest of you."
Yeah, yeah it was. My good deed of the week and Q-Tip will be using it to buy the new Fat Joe CD, or some more peroxide.
Amy
Posted by Amy at 11:20:47 |
