Anywho, I figured that this beautiful April 27th would be the prime opportunity to tell you a little story. Listen carefully:
Earlier this month, I would gander a guess that says with in the first week of April, I found myself rushing off to pick up the most perfect bike ever. Before picking it up, I needed to get some cash (who carries cash?) to pay for it.
I was running a bit late, so I dashed into the local Walgreens, beelined for the Chase ATM nestled in the corner and shoved my card into the machine. With cash in hand, I came to realize that I didn't have exact change for the bike. Thinking quickly, I opted to purchase a bottle of water: the perfect solution to a parched throat and need for smaller bills. Unfortunately, I was held up in line by the guy in front of me who needed 4 quarters for his one dollar bill so he could hop on public transportation. A simple plea, really. Right? Too bad the cashier was a mega b-word and declined the favor. He sauntered outside, likely displeased at the situation.
Anyway, I paid up and then ran out the door. To my surprise, the man was sitting outside, looking a bit disgruntled. Without even thinking, I shoved a $1 bill in his hand and insisted it was fine. I didn't really wait for a thank you, but I smiled and ran off to make sure I wasn't more late than I already was.
Simple story, right? One dollar bill. Who needs it? Well, obviously that guy, but who else?
So get this. About 1 month before that moment (March 10, 2010 to be exact), I actually found a dollar bill in the street myself. Since I'm obsessed with take pictures, I documented my happiness:
Anyway, let's fast forward to now.
Since that moment, I've been finding myself with all this extra cash. I mean, I'm not inundated with dinero or anything, and the money is finding itself spent on all sorts of necessary things (ew to renewing license plates). But it's kind of weird. According to my calculations, I've received about $400 that was completely unexpected.
Why am I sharing this tale with you? Because it's the UNIVERSE, people. My theory is that when I found that dollar bill, it was not mine to take. So when I threw that $1 back to the universe in the form of a man needing to hitch a ride home, I would dare to say that the Universe decided to thank me. Either that or it just liked that I was being unselfish. Call me as crazy as you want. At least I still have an extra $400 this month.
With that said, I'm going to try an experiment. I have a really crisp $1 that I need to get rid of. Hopefully I find myself in the position to give it away again. :P And, of course, I encourage you to release your paper money to the universe the next time you're in the position to do so. It's all about timing, baby.
Anyway...
While I'm updating, I figured I should post some pictures. It wouldn't be a true update if I didn't.
A few weeks ago I wondered over to the Flying Cupcake on Mass Ave. They have one on Illinois street about 30 minutes from my place, but this one is downtown and only 10 minutes away. A dangerously sweet place, indeed. But quite easy on the eyes. :D
Love that paper mache deer!
Talk about pink! And that wee mushroom sitting there was also spotted at Meijer. :D
Red Velvet Elvis = heaven on Earth.
Details make a difference!
I'll take some flower roses in that jar, miss.
Mysterious #4
Too blue for school!
Ahhh. Super cute face.
Somehow, some way -- that Harley sign fits right in.
Spot Wendy's feet.
I covet this chair.
Thats'a ginger cupcake. :)
Exterior view.
Sweet shirts!
The ultimate reason anyone ventures inside of The Flying Cupcake is to buy something from that case.
It's taking all I've got to not run downtown to buy one. :x If there's one thing The Flying Cupcake teaches us, it's that even in economically pressing times, most people can still budget for a $3 cupcake.
Cheers, lassie.
Wendy City
