The Truth
I have been having financial struggles lately and I have been really down thinking about all the bills I have to pay and the job I'm working to pay them. So recently I tried to discover the meaning of life, I guess it's one of those things that people go through who are in their mid twenties. In my discovery I came upon the realization that instead of trying to look and figure things out you just gotta do it and run with it.
After having lunch I decided to head to the coffee shop for a grande non fat no whip tazo chai. I was really excited to have this drink, it is my favourite and it is delicious. I drink it more often than I should. It's quite a problem actually because I'm pretty sure I'm lactose intolerant.
Having walked twenty feet to the nearest coffee shop I found myself quite parched and rather exhausted. I decided to take a seat outside of the coffee shop and relax before purchasing my drink. As I was sitting there I noticed that there was a one hundred dollar bill on the ground underneath the table across from me. It was actually caught underneath the foot of the table. I looked around to see if there was anyone around, there were three other people out on the patio: one of them was a little guy who looked to be seven or eight, he was picking his nose and eating it; there was an old homeless guy sitting at the table nodding continuosly and saying random swear words under his breath; the third person was this older lady, probably in her fifties wearing clothes from the 1920s or 30s, I kid you not. I look around to see if they notice this one hundred dollar bill and it seemed like no one saw it. So I leaned over, crawled under the table and grabed the bill. Having worked in a tonne of retail places I know how to check for counterfeit bills - it looked legit.
With all my financial struggles lately I knew exactly where this money was going to...I bought a venti instead of a grande.
cjd
After having lunch I decided to head to the coffee shop for a grande non fat no whip tazo chai. I was really excited to have this drink, it is my favourite and it is delicious. I drink it more often than I should. It's quite a problem actually because I'm pretty sure I'm lactose intolerant.
Having walked twenty feet to the nearest coffee shop I found myself quite parched and rather exhausted. I decided to take a seat outside of the coffee shop and relax before purchasing my drink. As I was sitting there I noticed that there was a one hundred dollar bill on the ground underneath the table across from me. It was actually caught underneath the foot of the table. I looked around to see if there was anyone around, there were three other people out on the patio: one of them was a little guy who looked to be seven or eight, he was picking his nose and eating it; there was an old homeless guy sitting at the table nodding continuosly and saying random swear words under his breath; the third person was this older lady, probably in her fifties wearing clothes from the 1920s or 30s, I kid you not. I look around to see if they notice this one hundred dollar bill and it seemed like no one saw it. So I leaned over, crawled under the table and grabed the bill. Having worked in a tonne of retail places I know how to check for counterfeit bills - it looked legit.
With all my financial struggles lately I knew exactly where this money was going to...I bought a venti instead of a grande.
cjd
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