No Title for This One...

I usually sit down to write the Friday e-mail with a thought in mind as to where the words are going to go. I typically have heard a conversation or held a conversation that inspires some sort of reaction and prompts me toward a topic. Today, though, it’s different. I sit down to write this with a mind and heart so full of distorted and jumbled emotions that I am not sure that I will be able to create any logic out of the chaos.

I have no specific point to ponder. No words to pass your way that will reveal a life lesson or explore some flaw in reason. Today I am just sitting here overwhelmed. The keys on my keyboard are actually intimidating me. I have so much to say, and I know what all these letters could possibly reveal if I let my fingers have free reign to type and if my mind ceased to censor the material.

Therefore, in order to protect myself from the repercussions of my own stream of consciousness, I am going to stop right here, tell you one story and call it a day.

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I stopped by the Quick-Mart late last night to pick up a few things on my way home. I gave the man behind the counter payment for my goods, grabbed my bag and walked toward the door.

"Hold up, ma'am," the nice man with bad teeth said. "I'm going to need some more money."

"More money?" I questioned. "But I gave you exact change?"

"Yes," he said. "But see this dollar? It ain't real." He then pulled out the marker that proved that the bill was indeed a fake.

Just my luck. I had a counterfeit $1 bill in my wallet (that I am pretty sure I got from McDonald's yesterday morning when I went to buy a breakfast burrito.)

"Great," I thought. "Just what I need. Something else in my life that isn’t real."