Lost and Found

What do you normally do when you see money on the street and you didn't see anyone drop it?  Do you keep it, or do you take it and then donate it to some sort of charity?  I know a lot of us would answer that we'd keep it!  I'd do the same.

So the question has a little twist to it now, what would you do if you were to get into a taxi (it's a taxi where the driver owns the car, you can tell because there's no thick plastic divider) and see that right under the center console there's $10 sitting there?  

For me it gets a little complicated because you're not sure if this is a passenger that dropped the money, or if it's the driver who dropped the money.  So you start to wonder, well I started to wonder what to do.  First thought was to pick up the $10 bill discretely and use it to pay for the fair, and give the entire $10 to him.  Then I looked over to the drivers side door and there were all these $20 and $10 bill in the little compartments on the door so I figured that it must be the drivers and he just dropped it.

So the good little boy that I am, I asked him if he dropped any money under the center console.  He said he probably did because he has MS (multiple sclurosis) in his right arm and can't feel it when things are either in his hand or not.  I gave him the $10 and some post it notes that were there too.  

He was really greatful for me giving him the $10 that was on the floor and told me he'd give me a discount on the fare.  Well this opened up the conversation and he started telling me about all the celebrities he's driven around NYC and the list was long with huge names!  He did say that most celebs take the cabs to stay out of the lime light with the limo's and such.  He's also going to be writing a book called The English Speaking Taxi Driver which I think I might be interested in, he's going to include stories that he's picked up from his passengers for the past 32 years he's been driving.

So instead of me taking the free taxi ride with the $10 on the floor, it was good that I gave it to him because I got some good conversation out of it, and I also found out why he would have dropped it on the floor.  That was my good deed for the day, week.  I think I'm going to check that book out once it gets published, and he gave me a good discount on the fare too, I was giving him a tip but he refused and thanked me again for returning the $10 he unknowingly dropped.

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2 Secrets 1 Day

Dang what's going on today ... I feel like spilling the beans about my childhood?!  

Well this sort of goes in line with the post about the "Penny crush" that I posted earlier.  I'm not really sure why I'm putting this out there for all the interwebs to see, especially knowing that whatever you put up here stays here forever!  

So here goes ... once I got out of that "girls are ikky" stage, I started to pay attention to them a lot more.  I remember having this little dresser next to my bed that had a lot of stuff in it, just random things that I kept.  If you removed the bottom drawer there was an empty space left and the only thing you'll see is a small sky blue homework pad notebook.  You know those spiral notebooks, but the extremely small ones, yeah those.  

I don't know why and I'm not sure where I got the idea from but I used this notebook for keeping a list of girls that I liked.  It was my little skyblue book that just had a list of their names.  Of course it had Penny's name in there (everyone laugh!) and it had real people too, along with people I saw on TV!  Sometimes I didn't know their names on TV so I would write a small description of how they looked.

So that's the second secret that I've told you today!  Oh and this little sky blue book ... my mom found it one time when she was cleaning my drawers.  She told me that I had a lot of friends in my book and I had no idea what she was talking about until she asked me who all they were because she noticed they were all girl names ... I flipped and ran to my "hiding spot" to check if the sacred book had been touched and indeed it was.  I was in a panic and didn't know what to do, but had to think quickly and just tell her that they are friends from school ... as I cried getting mad at her for going through my things hAhA!  She called me "buang" (translated it means crazy), because I just started crying.

Again, I was about 9 or 10 years old when this all happened!  Damn ...

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