"A dollar picked up in the road is more satisfaction to us than the 99 which we had to work for."Mark Twain
In the continuing saga of my adventure in the fair state up north, I stumbled upon a cache of not insubstantial assets – much like Bilbo Baggins fortuitous discovery of the One Ring in his flight from below ground, this is the grand tradition of old fashioned tales. What I found however is not an evil artefact which grants invisibility to its wearer, and I certainly did not find it while groping blindly about a cave floor. One is much more likely to get a fistful of guano that way.
What I found was,
It was a morning and it was good. I was going about my business here-and-thereabouts (though what business I was busy with was none of yours). As per the dictation of my business, I was compelled to park my car and to leave it behind. Now, I was in the process of walking away but out of force of habit, I turned back to check if my car was locked properly or if it had suddenly burst into flames (more likely than you think). That was when I notice a sheaf of mostly greenish papers lying quietly by my car, fluttering slightly in a waft of breeze.
I did not recognise them for what they are immediately, them being chiefly in the new RM 50 print. I even thought that they might have Indonesian 50 rupiah bills (in which case, someone probably used them to blow their noses in and then threw them away). But lo, I saw the Agong’s smug little mug on them and "Fuckin’ hell!" I did express with hushed incredulity.
I scanned the parking place inquiringly, half-expecting to see someone who looked like they have suddenly and recently been rendered a whole lot poorer but it was an hour in which people are scarce. Whoever parked his car in my spot previously must have secreted these monies when he got off or got on his vehicle. The right thing to do, I believe, is to hang about the place to see if anyone would return to retrieve the wad and to that end, I waited about 5 minutes before I went to perform my errands. And when I returned, I expended a few more of my minutes waiting but I eventually got bored and drove away
Anyhoo, if you’ve noticed, I have not confided the time, place or the precise amount of loot I’ve picked up in this post (the picture is of no help at all, trust me, and it wasn’t all 50 dollar bills anyway). So, if you happen to be the hapless person who has mislaid a whole lot of legal tenders lately, drop a comment here with those exact details.
I am not terribly optimistic about a real claimant though. Daddy needs a new pair of Timberland.
P.S. This is the second time I wrote about picking a considerable amount of money right off the ground. If there’s a God, he seems to like me hell a lot, don’t you think?
Keeping my gaze down,
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