OK, so I’m broke this month. It’s not the economy (directly at least), it’s eternal construction crossed with annual bills due (damn, I just remembered another one!) and Christmas gifts and travel. It all adds up to me being pretty well tapped out. There’s really nothing left in my main bank account.
So this morning I stop by my other bank to cash out my emergency money so I’ll have it for heading out of town. That officially leaves me with nothing in banks, but I get paid in a week, so I’ll make it.
Well, would’ve. But returning from a bathroom break, I noticed that somehow I had dropped my cash. I’d had it at lunch, so sometime and somewhere in between it managed to fall out of my pocket without me noticing.
How that could happen is beyond me. I literally walk a thousand miles a year, and I don’t drop anything. It’s just not something I do. And I keep pretty good track of things on the ground.
My best guess is I either lost it hustling across the street in the snow or in the bathroom and the next person scooped it up before I went back to look. Either way, I’m out nearly all of my current worth. Worse, my faith in my everyday routines is shaken.
I’ll make it through the week on money friends have loaned me (thanks, guys), but I was already overextended next month, so it’s going to hurt awhile. I’ll have to tighten the belt a bit more and get this damn construction finished.
Anyway, if you found a wad of cash in or between YONG and Fazoli’s, it was probably mine.