$9 Back

I keep racking my brain for something to say today.
I've got nothing. Nada. Zilch. Hrmph.

D. keeps telling me to just write. Even when I have nothing to say.

Just write. Just write. Just write. Just write...I worked a show last night. A benefit. We raised enough money to buy 8,000 meals for a local food shelf. Success.

Its odd you know? How we present ourselves to the world I mean. As I was standing there. Hands out.
Please donate what you can. We're matching every dollar.
A middle aged woman walked up. You've seen her. Tall. Long coat. Hair coiffed. One of those scarf things draped across one shoulder held in place by a pin. She pulled out her Louis wallet. Pulls out a $10.

Thanks so much.
Wait, that's a $10!
Yes ma'am a $10. Thank you. Its a great cause!
I would like $9 back please.
Change? Who the fuck asks for change from a donation bin?! Well, ok. I left out the last part, put I did send some bad mojo her way.

Later....

Short woman. Wearing your typical Mn garb. Synthetic material. Hippy shoes. Uncoiffed hair. Just some mascara for her.
I thought. $1 for sure. NOPE. Pulled a checkbook! Wrote a check! $300!!

There you go. Had something to say.