So I get home right at five and I am cramming clothes in my closet and hampers, and shoving dishes in the dishwasher as he walks up my little entry way. I give him a quick hug grab my laundry basket, a ten dollar bill and lavender scented laundry detergent then head for Spinway my local laundry mat.
When I get there try as I may the stinking change machine didn’t want to take my money. BOO I noticed a nice man trying to avoid eye contact with me because he can tell I am not winning my battle with the Change-O-Rama. As I walk around the machines he notices and walks at an increasing pace away from me. I call out to him… Sir…. nothing… Oh Sir… still nothing. (So I yell at him used my outside voice) Excuse me Sir. He sighed and turned around I asked him for change for my ten and he reluctantly gave me a wad of ones.
My Dollar |
I get my change start my laundry and head back home to hang out with my dad. As I am checking out my money I notice one of my dollar bills has a stamp on it. This stamp says Track Me at www.wheresgeorge.com. I show my dad and we get excited this could be really cool. We eat dinner then head to the local McDonalds to use their free Wifi too look up where this dollar has been.
I am expecting this amazing story of this dollar bill’s five year life; imagining all the cool places it’s been and sweet things it’s bought. We get to Micky D’s I open up my laptop enter all the serial numbers from my dollar bill and boom. My dollar bill is from…. Drum roll…. San Angelo. Sad day, but a fun time with my pops who at this moment is chilling in McDonalds like he owns the place. LOL I love you dad.
My Dad Owning McDonald's |
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