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Friday, March 25, 2005

He Ruined It

There were 16 minutes left on the meter I parked in front of this afternoon.

That’s the equivalent of digging in your jeans pocket for chapstick and instead finding money you didn’t know was there. In one word: Glorious.

I clutched my saved quarter in my tight little fist and shoved it in my jacket pocket.

A block down from me a young guy stood staring at his meter, holding his credit card helplessly in his fist and patting his pockets, looking for a telltale lump that would say: “Look! Meter money is here!”

As I walked by, I extended my hand and said, “Quarter?”

He smiled, accepted it and said thank you.

I felt warm and fuzzy inside.

After depositing the quarter, he promptly hacked a loud loogie and spit it on the sidewalk.

And my warm fuzzies turned to cold, selfish regret.

Posted by Aaron on March 25, 2005 1:26 PM