So I went to a library and three beautiful young women beat me up and took all my money!
[coughs]
Okay, actually that didn’t happen. But that’s the Hollywood version of what happened. It makes for a much better story than what really happened.
The real story doesn’t have much of a plot and doesn’t have much exciting action. But since it really happened and it really bugs me and this is my blog I’m going to waste a post on this little sequence of events.
This does involve beautiful young women and money, so if you’re at all interested in those two elements, this trivial little story might be of at least passing interest to you.
So today I went to two different libraries. I returned books at both libraries. Nothing bad happened. The librarians at both libraries were nice to me, even talkative, and the books got checked-in and cleared from my record properly.
On the way home I stopped at a convenience store (for Redbull and cookies) and I bought one of those instant winner scratch-off tickets for $2.
When I got home I ate the cookies, drank the Redbull and scratched-off the instant winner. It was, in fact, a winner, but only a $2 winner. So I just put it aside.
At some point late this evening I was sitting around, bored, and I decided to take a walk to a convenience store and cash-in the $2 winner. So I did.
When I walked into the convenience store, there were three beautiful young women standing at the counter. I don’t know how old they were, but one of them was trying to buy a pack of cigarettes, so they must have been whatever the legal age is for cigarettes.
But they were about a dollar short.
The three beautiful young women were searching through their pockets, pulling out pennies and nickels and dimes, trying to get enough money for the cigarettes, but they were about a dollar short.
So I’m standing there and soon a line forms behind me and everyone is waiting for these beautiful young women to find change to add up to a dollar.
Finally I said, “Are you girls only a dollar short?”
One of them said, “Just about a dollar, yeah.”
I took a dollar out of my pocket and handed it to them. “It’s the Christmas season,” I said. “I’ll do a good deed. Merry Christmas.”
So one of the beautiful young women took my dollar and handed it to the clerk. The clerk sorted through the change on the counter and gave that beautiful young woman something like six cents back and handed her the pack of cigarettes.
The beautiful young women smiled at me and said “Thank you” and left.
The clerk watched them leave, then shook her head at me. “I’m sorry about that,” she said.
I shrugged. “I got to do a good deed. And just imagine what it must be like to be their parents.”
The clerk made a face. “The awful part is the girl buying the cigarettes wasn’t short of money. She had a fifty dollar bill in her purse. She just didn’t want to cash the big bill.”
I stared at her. I said, slowly, “She had fifty dollars, and I gave her a dollar?”
The clerk nodded. “Yep.”
I stared at her, then turned around and stared at the woman in line behind me. “I’m such an idiot,” I said.
The woman behind me smiled. “You’re not an idiot,” she said. “You’re just a nice guy.”
“She had fifty dollars,” I said, to everyone in line behind me, “and I gave her a dollar. This is what women do to guys.”
The other people in line smiled.
“Sorry,” I said, to the women in line behind me. “I don’t mean to blame all women for me being an idiot and giving those particular three women a dollar when one of them had a fifty dollar bill in her purse.”
Everyone was pretty understanding and the general consensus was that I shouldn’t feel too bad and I shouldn’t regard those three beautiful young women as representative of all women.
One of the women in line behind me said, “You meet women who take advantage of you and you meet men who take advantage of you. It’s just the world. You’re lucky you’re only out a dollar.”
So I’m an idiot, and I’m an idiot who has one less dollar in his pocket than when the day began.
I gambled on the instant winner ticket and I got back the two dollars I spent for the ticket.
I stood in line behind three beautiful young women and I lost a dollar.
Gambling is safer than women!
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