October 26th, 2006
|05:36 pm - A pocket full of gold coins. . .|
Today, I found myself with a pocket full of gold coins.
(This often happens when one leaves the post office.)
A sneaky, mischevious grin tugged at the corners of my mouth and sparkled in my eye as I left, though, because I could think only one thought:
"I am a Chaote, and I have a pocket full of gold coins."
My question to you all, all the people on my flist, is this:
"If you were a Chaote, and you had a pocket full of gold coins, what would you do?"
I'd make it a poll, but something tells me some answers might be longer than 255 characters. . .
(feel free to tell me, too, if this scene seems as . . . dangerous/mischevious/frightening to you as it does to me)
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Presents to Send You", -JB
|Date:||October 26th, 2006 06:48 pm (UTC)|| |
(By way of intro, I am a Pope of Eris from the DC area and followed a link to your story of visiting Her City in Ohio, and then couldn't resist adding your journal to my list)
You could hand them to known enemies and adversaries and say "Eris Bless You!"
Personally, as much as I love the gold coins, the Suzy B's were even more lucrative. Since they were about the size and shape of and color of quarters, they were much fun for this trick back in 'the day':
Our local paper, the Washington Post used to cost 25c which meant that with tax they were 26c at the convenience store. For hilarious results, one gets a paper, goes to the register, fishes out the dollar coin and places it on the counter. If the clerk is slow, they sit and wait for a penny, while you wait for your change. The awkward moment could just go on and on...
Yes, I was thinking about the wonders of the SBA dollars just today.
Oh, such awkward moments: the world is made of them!
And welcome to the journal. Always fun, and you'll find some curious persons here: everyone fits right in.