talking about monopoly, one cent, overhearing things, and an old man
Anyone play Monopoly? I hear it is catching up with the times. The fake money is being replaced with debit cards, right? I stopped playing that game, but in my opinion, the best part always was counting your stack at the end.
Speaking of things defeating their own purposes, and keep in mind that I still live under a rock and get my news the old fashioned way (word of mouth), a little old man told me that they're thinking of getting rid of pennies. Why? (Inform me by word of lj!)
It's not really logical to EXPECT everyone else to inform me of whats going on. I have no excuse not to watch the news. People keep informing me though, so I keep "accepting" it. Like the media however, the information is skewed and strewn just as far, so nobody has an excuse for anything. It's not logical to expect anyone to give me a decent reason to listen, so now and then I overhear something.
tomato experience with the little old man
Mom and I were standing behind him at the store. He was witty and charming, I don't mean to say it, but he seemed eloquently losing his marbles as he reached into pocket after pocket looking for his card. "Mom always said 'boy, you'd better pick up that penny, you know the little ones make up the big ones'. Savin' up for candy, no less." (*shrug* There are a lot of old people in my life.) The little old man had some tomatoes, and mom mentioned having forgotten to pick some up for us. No idea why, but I imagined that the old man would give us a tomato. After we left the store and were in the parking lot, I heard a weird sound so I looked about to realize that it was the old man's car scraping against his shopping cart as he pulled out. He drove up to my mom and me. His trunk was wide open, so mom shut it for him. His driver side door wasn't shut either, so she shut that for him. He laughed at himself and said he was going to put my mom in his pocket. I was glad she shut his doors for him, not preferring the other image that came to mind. When he drove off, I noticed he'd forgotten his tomatoes in the shopping cart (along with a few other things). Mom wasn't sure whether we should take them, but he was already gone from the parking lot, so I told her that those were for us. Otherwise it would've sat in that shopping cart and gone bad.
Speaking of things defeating their own purposes, and keep in mind that I still live under a rock and get my news the old fashioned way (word of mouth), a little old man told me that they're thinking of getting rid of pennies. Why? (Inform me by word of lj!)
It's not really logical to EXPECT everyone else to inform me of whats going on. I have no excuse not to watch the news. People keep informing me though, so I keep "accepting" it. Like the media however, the information is skewed and strewn just as far, so nobody has an excuse for anything. It's not logical to expect anyone to give me a decent reason to listen, so now and then I overhear something.
tomato experience with the little old man
Mom and I were standing behind him at the store. He was witty and charming, I don't mean to say it, but he seemed eloquently losing his marbles as he reached into pocket after pocket looking for his card. "Mom always said 'boy, you'd better pick up that penny, you know the little ones make up the big ones'. Savin' up for candy, no less." (*shrug* There are a lot of old people in my life.) The little old man had some tomatoes, and mom mentioned having forgotten to pick some up for us. No idea why, but I imagined that the old man would give us a tomato. After we left the store and were in the parking lot, I heard a weird sound so I looked about to realize that it was the old man's car scraping against his shopping cart as he pulled out. He drove up to my mom and me. His trunk was wide open, so mom shut it for him. His driver side door wasn't shut either, so she shut that for him. He laughed at himself and said he was going to put my mom in his pocket. I was glad she shut his doors for him, not preferring the other image that came to mind. When he drove off, I noticed he'd forgotten his tomatoes in the shopping cart (along with a few other things). Mom wasn't sure whether we should take them, but he was already gone from the parking lot, so I told her that those were for us. Otherwise it would've sat in that shopping cart and gone bad.