Ever reach into a coat and find a folded piece of paper in the pocket? It feels kind of worn and about the right size. Hopefully you pull it out and SCORE! Found Money! It doesn’t really matter what amount it is, finding money is awesome. I tend to be inconsistent in maintaining a high level of overall organization in my life so this can happen to me from time to time. It is usually a dollar or possibly five. I have heard of someone finding a hundred-dollar bill, but c’mon, as long as they still sell fireworks in the state next door to mine you can rest assured that I will never misplace a hundy.
Another kind of found money that can be equally sweet but also wrought with potential ethical questions is the money on the ground. Do you grab it at once? Put your foot over it and casually look around, waiting for the moment to grab it. I don’t want to be lying awake at night (wife rolling eyes again because nothing keeps me from sleeping) worrying that I just pocketed someone’s hard-earned cash but at the same time, how do you walk up to someone with a ten spot and asked if it belongs to them? Pretty sure they are going to say yes. I was once in a restaurant with my lovely bride when I saw a bill of some sort lying on the grown in the parking lot. Too far away to make out the denomination, I got up and without uttering an explanation to my wife, sped walked out of the restaurant trying not to give away my discovery. I got out to the parking lot and bent down to get it and the wind blew. I took a few more steps and it blew again. Like a seen from a Charlie Chaplin film, I chased this fluttering money around the corner of the building (which was kind of far away). When I finally snatched it up and returned back inside I realized that they entire wall of the restaurant was windows and I had just competed quite the show for the diners inside. I got a few quizzical looks and a couple of claps and returned to my embarrassed wife. It turned out to be quite the effort for one dollar but hey, it could have been some serious fireworks money. Finding money is totally sweet. What’s the most you have ever found?
So I had a car in the shop a couple of weeks ago. A car that we have kept clean and vacuumed and taken care of. At least that is what I think until I go to remove a car seat. I am not sure where it all hides but anytime I remove a car seat there is sure to be a bountiful harvest of goldfish, Cheerios and various other crunchies probably dating back years even to the other kid. I think I even saw a piece of a candy cane in the shower of debris that littered the area around my parking spot.
My daughter is currently in the stage of her life that we will remember as “The Trail of Cheerios.” That means that the car seat becomes a black hole of all things suitable for toddler snacks. So the next time you get out of your car and see an odd array of goldfish crackers, headless animal cookies, and some pretzel sticks, rest assured that someone just unhooked a car seat and that is what it produced. Especially with onlookers near by, raining goldfish can be totally weak.