"QUARTER!" CH for (me!) sandra, tvgp AKA: SHE AKA: ~s.c.
pennies has it's very own..
then there is the quarter. most I can pull up on my own, is that squidmann once wrote about.. and it was funny.. what amount of change are you willing to bend over for?
so, turns out the story is in his first book /which, may I mention, is one of the books in my autograph book collection, in boxes, in storage
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Bending Over For Quarters
What are you willing to bend over for? OK, I should rephrase that. Today I think I advanced into the next phase of my life. The Ages of Man have been described in the Bible, Shakespeare and in a lot of stale fortune cookies. And we all know the answer to the enigmatic Riddle of the Sphinx. If you don't, raise your hand. (You don't know The Riddle of the Sphinx, do you? And you're just gonna sit there and not say anything, and hope you don't get called on before the bell rings. Well, you're only cheating yourself, Mister. Takes you back, doesn't it?)
Well, over time I’ve come to learn that the stages of our lives can be measured in a very clear and simple manner: How large does the amount of money you find on the ground have to be before you'll bend over and pick it up? I'm sad to say that today while Christmas shopping I looked down and spied a shiny new dime winking right up at me. And I just walked past it. And so a new stage of my life begins.
Pennies, of course, are a joke. They're worthless, annoying and I actually throw them away. Yup, right into the street. (A lot of times if I'm with someone they get really pissed off when I do this. "You're throwing money away!" they whine. It's great! Where else can you annoy someone this much for two or three cents?) And who picks up these discarded pennies? Right, kids. Fresh- faced and rosy-cheeked, they're still in the first stage of life and will stop whatever they're doing to bend over and pick up a penny. God bless the energetic and flexible little bastards.
I don't recall when I started ignoring nickels. I'm sure it was long after I stopped being a kid. Hell, back then you could still get a full size Hershey bar for five cents. What kid is going to walk past one of those?
Today, of course, I stepped over a dime, but it's a different time. Had there been two candy bars lying there in that mall, who’s to say? Still, I'd like to think I'll still be bending over for quarters (doesn't that sound just awful?) for many years to come. A quarter still carries some power, though offhand I can't think of anything a quarter will still get you. Peep shows? Nah, most of these places have switched to dollar bill machines. Or so they tell me.
Is there anyone out there under the age of 90 who will not drop like a starving pelican after a salmon (Pelicans eat salmon, right? Don't make me go look this up.) if he spots a bill of any denomination lying on the ground? Hey, if you find yourself walking past a ten or a five or even a single, it's about time you slipped into your p.j.'s and kissed your loved ones good-night. I gotta believe there's a serious dirt nap coming your way in the not-too-distant future.
Well, over time I’ve come to learn that the stages of our lives can be measured in a very clear and simple manner: How large does the amount of money you find on the ground have to be before you'll bend over and pick it up? I'm sad to say that today while Christmas shopping I looked down and spied a shiny new dime winking right up at me. And I just walked past it. And so a new stage of my life begins.
Pennies, of course, are a joke. They're worthless, annoying and I actually throw them away. Yup, right into the street. (A lot of times if I'm with someone they get really pissed off when I do this. "You're throwing money away!" they whine. It's great! Where else can you annoy someone this much for two or three cents?) And who picks up these discarded pennies? Right, kids. Fresh- faced and rosy-cheeked, they're still in the first stage of life and will stop whatever they're doing to bend over and pick up a penny. God bless the energetic and flexible little bastards.
I don't recall when I started ignoring nickels. I'm sure it was long after I stopped being a kid. Hell, back then you could still get a full size Hershey bar for five cents. What kid is going to walk past one of those?
Today, of course, I stepped over a dime, but it's a different time. Had there been two candy bars lying there in that mall, who’s to say? Still, I'd like to think I'll still be bending over for quarters (doesn't that sound just awful?) for many years to come. A quarter still carries some power, though offhand I can't think of anything a quarter will still get you. Peep shows? Nah, most of these places have switched to dollar bill machines. Or so they tell me.
Is there anyone out there under the age of 90 who will not drop like a starving pelican after a salmon (Pelicans eat salmon, right? Don't make me go look this up.) if he spots a bill of any denomination lying on the ground? Hey, if you find yourself walking past a ten or a five or even a single, it's about time you slipped into your p.j.'s and kissed your loved ones good-night. I gotta believe there's a serious dirt nap coming your way in the not-too-distant future.
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and just for the record.. I left that quarter write where I saw it
parking lot; lucky's grocery store
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and just for the record; repeating
I must experience 100 CH's a day..
and choose.. open/close/pass..
posted by SANDRA HARRISON KAY @ 8:19 AM
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