GG317
60 / male
Bowl of Granola, Massachusetts, US
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The Quarter Back...
This morning I woke up early. So I decided to do something I haven't done in awhile, watch the sun come up. Dressed pretty much like I was the last time that event passed, I proceeded out the door and to the center of town. I was wearing the following;
A, "Nobody gets it for free sweatshirt"
A pair of black sweat pants
A pair of white socks
Dark Sunglasses
and a pair of, "Moose antler slippers"
You got to understand that the center of town for me is only about fifty paces from my front door. There's hardly a soul out and about at that time of the morning. So with a cup of coffee in hand, I was seated in the best seat in the house to watch the blessed event. As usual, people that passed by honked and waved at the sight of my slippers. I just waved back and smiled. I lounged on a park bench with my legs outstretched and crossed over each other. My left hand was in my lap and my right was outstretched across the bench, clutching the nearly empty coffee cup. As the sun rose and I marveled in the warm orange glow, I took the last sip from my cup. As I returned my arm to it's previous position, outstretched, I was startled by a clinking sound. I wasn't watching my arm and thought that maybe I had banged the cup on the iron-rot, knicking it. I looked at the cup, and noticed in the background, a woman of about her thirties walking away, paying no attention to me. As I drew the cup toward me I saw what had made the very sound that caught my attention earlier. "There was a quarter in the bottom of my cup!" Apparently, the woman thought I was panhandling and gave me a quarter. Should I of given it back, or let her think that I was that poor?...
 
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