On my way home from school this afternoon I caught a little break. We were just driving along on a residential street (you know, avoiding traffic on the main roads – everyone does it) when all of a sudden I saw something interesting in the road.
It was small, and green. It looked like cardboard, standing up, but something told me it wasn’t.
“Stop the car!” I cried out, and Em quickly pulled over to the side of the road.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Back up.” I said. “I think I saw something interesting.”
He backed up and I got out of the vehicle.
Yep. There they were. Two nice, crisp, slightly folded, lonely-looking twenty dollar bills.
Scooped. In my hands. In my pocket. I looked around – no one anywhere in sight.
Big smiles everywhere. Em drove around the block several times, looking for more. Alas, there were none.
I immediately posted a sign looking for the owner. To date, no one has come forward. Now… Did I leave my phone number on the sign or no? I say… Yes.
If it’s yours you can have it back, as long as you offer a forty dollar reward.