I found a fifty on the street. It was a bit wet and a little torn. But hey it was still a fifty. I was in the middle of the road. A breeze was starting to kick up and a little gust blew up my sleeve to my armpit. After breathing onto my hand and clenching it under my armpit I crouched to pick the note up. For the third time an uptight driver had a fit assaulting their horn repeatedly as they approached me and my new fifty. Some people at the corner cafe were pointing to me and probably agreeing that there was a lot of unnecessary honking going on. 'Thank you, reasonable cafe people.' I wonder if they have fifties?
I slid the note into my shoe for safe-keeping and carried on about my business.
