Huffy Money
This was written by an “urban outdoorsman” friend of mine named Bob. He shared this with me at lunch on Sunday. I felt it was worthy of being shared with people beyond my dining room.
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I sometimes fly signs. Not just for money though. Sometimes I fly them just to see the different reactions that I can elicit from people.
On this particular day my sign only had one word on it. I flew it for about four hours when a snazzy car pulled into the parking lot there on the corner.
A tall, statuesque beauty stepped out of the card and was followed by two adorable little girls. The girls were hopping around and begging their mom for a dollar each, to give to me. All mom said to them was hush, no, and stand still. However, they continued to pester their mother. In a huff, she stood up and walked over to me, extended her hand, and haughtily said, “Here!” She gave me a dollar and stomped off.
The two little angles were dismayed and pouted because mom had ruined, what so far, was going to be the highlight of their day.
The word on the sign…Compassion. I gave the only dollar I made on that sign to someone begging change. I couldn’t keep it because it wasn’t given to me in the context asked? for.
P.S. Lady, you shoulda given them the dollar.
