Karma.
Is it raining money, or what??
First off, I'm just really pissy because I didn't fall asleep until 5:00, then woke up at 8:00 because that's when Joe left for work. I figured I'd just stay awake because if I went back to sleep, I wouldn't wake up to buy the tickets at 10am. So... I get to HEB Plus! around 9:45 and wait until the tickets go on sale at 10. The lady calls me to the counter and tells me that all that's available are lawn seats because apparently tickets went on sale online at 9am and there is absolutely no reserved seating showing on the computer. I go ahead and buy them, since apparently that's all that's left, then went home all disappointed.
I get home and decide to look at Ticketmaster.com - juuuust in case. I end up finding really close reserved seats that are available and freak out. I call Ticketmaster and tell them my situation... they tell me its really weird that HEB's system is doing that because at the time, there were still a lot of seats available. The lady tells me to go ahead and order the reserved seats and to go back to HEB since I'll be approved for a refund for the lawn seats.
I'm a little frustrated at this point because I'm telling myself I should have just ordered the tickets online in the first place.... if I had, this whole situation would have been avoided. I just figured that if I went to an actual location, that I'd get better seats since they actually let you choose where you want to sit. So I get to HEB, business center calls Ticketmaster to make sure I was approved for a refund, and I'm sent on my way with my new, closer tickets. All is good, including my mood.
As I'm walking to my car, happy since I got my decent tickets, I see a green wad sitting under my car. I look under to find a wad of cash. I look around, thinking maybe someone dropped it, and there is literally NO ONE around me. I reach under and grab it. IT WAS FUCKING $600! SIX-HUNDRED DOLLARS! I got in my car and debated if I should take it into HEB, thinking maybe someone would "claim it". I even thought about just putting it back, in hopes the rightful owner would find it. But SERIOUSLY? Would any of that really happen?
So. I found $600. CASH. Probably one of the coolest things to ever happen to me. I'm still reluctant to spend it because I believe in karma and I'm worried it will come back and haunt me. My cousin says, "Yeah, it IS karma. You found the money because of all the bad luck you've had lately."
Whatev. Considering it was rolled up with a rubber band?... Prooobably someone's drug money anyway.
First off, I'm just really pissy because I didn't fall asleep until 5:00, then woke up at 8:00 because that's when Joe left for work. I figured I'd just stay awake because if I went back to sleep, I wouldn't wake up to buy the tickets at 10am. So... I get to HEB Plus! around 9:45 and wait until the tickets go on sale at 10. The lady calls me to the counter and tells me that all that's available are lawn seats because apparently tickets went on sale online at 9am and there is absolutely no reserved seating showing on the computer. I go ahead and buy them, since apparently that's all that's left, then went home all disappointed.
I get home and decide to look at Ticketmaster.com - juuuust in case. I end up finding really close reserved seats that are available and freak out. I call Ticketmaster and tell them my situation... they tell me its really weird that HEB's system is doing that because at the time, there were still a lot of seats available. The lady tells me to go ahead and order the reserved seats and to go back to HEB since I'll be approved for a refund for the lawn seats.
I'm a little frustrated at this point because I'm telling myself I should have just ordered the tickets online in the first place.... if I had, this whole situation would have been avoided. I just figured that if I went to an actual location, that I'd get better seats since they actually let you choose where you want to sit. So I get to HEB, business center calls Ticketmaster to make sure I was approved for a refund, and I'm sent on my way with my new, closer tickets. All is good, including my mood.
As I'm walking to my car, happy since I got my decent tickets, I see a green wad sitting under my car. I look under to find a wad of cash. I look around, thinking maybe someone dropped it, and there is literally NO ONE around me. I reach under and grab it. IT WAS FUCKING $600! SIX-HUNDRED DOLLARS! I got in my car and debated if I should take it into HEB, thinking maybe someone would "claim it". I even thought about just putting it back, in hopes the rightful owner would find it. But SERIOUSLY? Would any of that really happen?
So. I found $600. CASH. Probably one of the coolest things to ever happen to me. I'm still reluctant to spend it because I believe in karma and I'm worried it will come back and haunt me. My cousin says, "Yeah, it IS karma. You found the money because of all the bad luck you've had lately."
Whatev. Considering it was rolled up with a rubber band?... Prooobably someone's drug money anyway.