A couple of days ago, Ezra and I were having a grand ol’ time in the local Barnes & Noble Cafe- eating grilled cheese sandwiches and making up songs about The Happy Car Wash. (Your guess is as good as mine.) He loves putting me on the spot and forcing me to make up songs about random things. Like hopper cars and cereal.
The soap squirts out!
The bubbles aren’t mean!
The brushes come down
and we’re squeaky clean!
We always have such a good time when we go to Barnes & Noble. He will actually sit still long enough to eat the food there for some reason. Perhaps it’s because their fancy grilled cheese paninis boast FIVE cheeses while mine at home boast just one?
After we eat, we always play with the train table and read oodles of books about ‘Rocket’. (Quick! Name that kid’s show! I’ll give you a hint: it’s by Disney! … What? That doesn’t narrow it down for you?)
Anywho- right after we were done eating and Ezra was about to bolt for the kid’s section, I noticed something under our little corner table.
It was a five dollar bill.
I’ve never had such luck! That’s like stumbling upon a pile of FIVE HUNDRED pennies! I grabbed the bill and quickly assessed the situation. It couldn’t have belonged to anyone around us because, well, there wasn’t anyone around us. We’d been sitting there for at least 20 minutes. For a split second, I wondered if I should take the bill up to the cafe register and ‘turn it in’? Just in case someone wandered in later and said, “Has anyone turned in a five dollar bill? I, uh, lost one earlier?”
Yeah. Right. I would have been slapping my own forehead for days if I’d followed my first instinct and handed my free cash over to the emo girl behind the cafe counter for safekeeping and just distribution.
So, I kind of haphazardly threw the bill into my jumbo purse and followed Ezra to the train table.
Well, that was about three days ago, and just this morning I remembered the $5 bill and thought I should pull it out of the bottomless pit that is my bag and stick it in my wallet so that I know where it is if I need to use it.
The bill is gone. Which means that during one of the fifty thousand times I’ve been shoveling through my bag over the last couple of days- either trying to find a toy car or a wet wipe or my blessed Burt’s Beeswax chapstick- the bill fell BACK OUT of my bag and returned to its original state: FREE MONEY.
I obviously didn’t do the right thing with that five dollar bill, and it has since jumped ship to find someone who will (hopefully) be more generous with it than I was.
*resounding forehead slap*