Discussion in 'The Bar' started by Stew Nod, Apr 11, 2014.
Went to the credit union....got 5 bills out....thought I put it in my inside pocket......rode off
Got to the pizzeria like 2 miles away, went to pull it out....gone, caput....uh gatz, nada
I'm a cash guy
Anyway...that fucking feeling looms over you...who got it? I need to go find it? Don't panic! If I backtrack fast I may find it
So I get back on the bike a methodically drive back to the credit union...slowly
did you check your pockets?
That is fucked up. I love YOU Stew.
A hundred times......so I go back inside the credit union and ask if anyone found or turned in anything....Nope, they all know me and felt terrible, because they know I always take large chunks...often more than 5 hundy
Is there a happy ending to this story?
I'm a big fan of happy endings.
I have so much love for Stew and am very protective of him. He is such a good person.
So I go back in the parking lot...on my hands and knees looking under the cars near where I parked
At this point I'm visualizing each person that was in the CU when I left....Was it the young friendly black guy? That MFer got it I bet! AhAAA! I knew he was faking friendly...Oh no! it was that old shifty old white guy with the wig...I thought he looked shady dammit!
I'll bet it's in the last place you'd look ~ George carlin
So................ I get back on mah scooter and sloooowly drive back.....this time really really looking. Did the wind blow it off the road? Was it when I passed that asshole who couldn't master the left turn? Fuck Fuck Fuck...Nothing!
I bet that's not the first time you've been on your hands and knees for $500...........
5 bucks says he boofed it, or put it in his sock. Just forgot.
When I pull out cash the first thing I do is put it in my pocket
This could be a troll job by stew