The Money Grab

By Jim Hagarty
2013

They say money talks but all it ever says to me is “Goodbye!”

Today, in line at the drive-through, I made it to the window, handed the young woman a twenty and she gave me back a ten and a five and then some coins on top of the bills. I retrieved the coins but the bills blew away. If you’ve ever wondered how wealthy people treat their money, now you know. For us, it’s just like dust in the wind.

An honest man in the car behind me jumped out, scooped up my money and returned it to me. But he didn’t have to. There is so much more where that came from!

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.