Wednesday
Saving log - $3 tip box
Spending log - $1.75 coffee
Found money - $0.10 (parking lot)
Tuesday
Saving log - $0
Spending log - $1.75 coffee
Found money - $0.57 (road, sidewalk, bathroom stall floor, bus seat)
Made ya read, eh? 
Yesterday was low-grade bizarre. First off, I found a quarter on the road in the morning... nothing like finding money 20 minutes after you wake up to make it a happy day.
Then, coffee in hand, thoughts of work ahead of me, I crossed the street on 2nd & Cherry, and was way-laid by a car containing a middle aged immigrant couple from Portland trying to get to the Federal Building. You have to know that the Federal Building is several blocks back from where their car was pointed, with a lot of one-way construction cone chess in front of them. Their main problem is that when they read Jackson Federal Building, they thought it was near Jackson Street ... which it is not. Two different Jacksons: Jackson Street for Andrew Jackson, Jackson Federal Building for Henry "Scoop" Jackson. (For Michael Jackson, give it a few years)
The couple begged me to hop in their car and help them navigate.
Well, I did. The quarter made me feel lucky, I guess. I sat in the back seat and got them to 4th Cherry, then left about 4 blocks on Madison, then 2nd and Madison.
Turns out that the wife had an appointment with the passport office so she had to make it in reasonable time.
The driver asked me if I was sure that I knew the way - it seems a little weird to ask that AFTER I'm in the car, so I didn't take it personally and interpreted that as a holy crap there's a strange woman in the car comment. I just said with pride that "my husband works there". And then I got to point at a very large concrete 70s skyscraper-crossed-with-bunker building. "That is the building you want," I said. Got her there on time.
It took all of 15 minutes out of my day, but it added a bit of surreal fun. And afterward I found some more coins, including another quarter on the bus in that thin crack between the wall of the bus and the frame of the bus seat. Most of the time I jam my morning newspaper in there; from now on its time to take a peek just in case.
$24.35: 595 pennies, 24 nickels, 102 dimes, 24 quarters, $1 bill.
kidnapped!
February 11th, 2010 at 05:20 am
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February 11th, 2010 at 05:33 pm 1265909592
Love the post! Reminds me of when DH and I were at a B&B in Bourton-on-the-Water, England and we were waiting and waiting for a taxi to come and take us a train we needed to make to get back to London.
A lovely couple a few years older than us who was staying at the same B&B said, "We can take you."
And we hopped into this car with total strangers who ... chatted amicably about the weather and sight-seeing, and dropped us off at the station with minutes to spare. They declined any sort of remuneration and said "Cheerio" and we parted ways.
You were a good navigator indeed!
February 11th, 2010 at 08:04 pm 1265918694
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