I wandered into my local Starbucks for my post-lunch tea and sat near the back (where the free WiFi overrides the Bell Hot Spot) and started to catch up on my podcasts. I look down and spy a couple pieces of paper with silvery ribbons across them. What the…?
I pick them up. They’re two cheques made out to “Cash” totaling $2200.
For the briefest of moments I feel a rush similar to finding someone’s credit card. That feeling of moral abandon where you think you could possibly get away with being bad. But that passed quickly and I took the cheques to the counter to be (hopefully) claimed by whoever dropped them.
Or I’ve just paid for that poor assed baristsa’s vacation to the Caymans.
6 thoughts on “Good and Stupid”
You know it Force. With a trip to Vegas coming up, that would have got me a lot of tush time at the dollar slots.
those were totally yours.
i bet they call to you in dreams.
“dead robooooot, i wanted you to cash me and bathe in my singllllllles… Siiiiiiiiiingllllles!”
Freaking Canadians and your morals and ethics.
Making the Yanks look bad, as usual.
Just kidding. Good boy.
That guy in Pulp Fiction gets paid that much for a cleaning job
I didn’t look that hard. I did see that one was Memo’d for “Cleaning”. I guess I felt kind of bad, thinking some local maid lost her pay but in retrospect, who gets paid that much to “clean’?
There was no name & address on the checks?