one day when i was a young lad
I was due to go visit my dad but had opted to go swimming with my cousins before hand (planning to catch the bus from town after to my dads). The only trouble with this was that we'd been having so much fun i lost track of time and going as fast as i could would effectively get there at least 30 minutes later than planned (and being before the advent of mobiles for kids with no way to let him know i'd be late).

So i rush to get dressed and run off towards the bus station as fast as my little legs could carry me but as i round a corner just on the edge of the town centre i spot something purple under some grass at the edge of the pavement so I stop to see what it is... a folded but very brand new looking £20 note. score!(pun very much intended)

Now at a much more leisurely pace I pop into the nearest newsagents to buy myself some sweets (i'd worked up an appetite swimming)

so with pockets laden with chocolates, drink and crisps not to mention £15 in notes plus some spurious coinage I flag down a taxi and get to my dads at the exact time I had promised.

I pay the cabbie with the £5 note from my pocket and get out. I greet my dad once indoors and immediately tell him about my great fortune on the journey there.

"... and the best bit is I've still got over a tenner left, see" says I proudly concluding my story only to reach into my pocket to find I did not in fact have a tenner at all. at some point between the newsagents and getting out of the cab i'd lost it.

I tried to be pissed off about it but I think something out there that saw my misfortune (being late) and decided to lend me a hand by providing me with some money to take care of my more pressing needs (the taxi) and then it took the rest back to help the next poor soul who happens to find it in its new resting spot.
( HatBeard, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 0:50, Reply)