Gas and Cash

Mom: Yehhssuh?

(This is the third time I’ve called her in the past ten minutes, all for different reasons.)

Hannah: Hey. Would you go get my wallet out from the car and put it in your purse, so you can give it to me tomorrow?

……

Hannah: Good thing I wasn’t planning to buy anything at this thing.

…………….

I then turn on my scooter to head to the event, and remember immediately that I need to get gas for it.

Oh, no…, I think at first.

I have no wallet, so no means of purchasing that needed gasoline.

Then, I remember that I usually keep a ten dollar bill in my backpack itself, just in case I need cash for something.

I check, and find the crisp bill sitting in its usual place.

Phew!

Oh, no!

But it is only a ten dollar bill – that can’t fill a tank of gas, even in my car(!).

….

But I’m not using my car… I’m using the scooter…. which supposedly maxes out at two gallons…

I only need a single gallon of gas(!).

Phew! and Woohoo!

I head to the good gas station.

Hannah: Hi! Could I get one gallon, please?

I point at my obviously parked scooter by the pump, and the cashier tells me the price.

Just over two dollars later, I have nearly a full tank of gas.

Man, I thought, I could Totally buy loads of stuff at this event – I have almost eight dollars left after filling my gas tank(!).

And I laughed silently and smiled broadly at the nonsense going through my mind.

It was actually a fun experience ordering a single gallon of gasoline.

How odd that is… πŸ˜›

Post-a-day 2019

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What goes down at the museum

So, this happened while we were walking around the current exhibit (Fashion photography) at the museum today…

We actually had a somewhat difficult time not laughing too loudly as we were doing this.

I had asked my mom if she was going to give me back the cash I’d lent her anytime soon… (She was leaving town right after we finished the painting class we were doing one day, and she realized that she had forgotten to stop and get cash at the bank, so I just gave her some that I had.)

A couple comments later, my mom has turned to me and is opening up her wallet… as she starts flipping through the bills contained within it, I notice myself taking a quick glance around the room (exhibit room), and suddenly feeling like I was just checking to make sure no one could see what we were doing….

And I instantly thought about how shady a scenario this, under different circumstances, could be.

‘Are we doing our sketchy drug deal in the museum?’ I said quietly to my mom.

We both then glanced around and could hardly contain ourselves as she counted out money, and I gave her a coupon I had recently been given and wouldn’t be using.

Quite the dealing, though I say so myself. πŸ˜›

Post-a-day 2019