This morning I got dressed and grabbed my wallet. I noticed that my wallet was swollen. I thought, "It's made of leather, which is skin...maybe it's been injured." I opened the wallet and saw that it was stuffed with hundred dollar bills. This was strange because normally there's a couple of ones, and a five and ten. That's the basic minimum. It makes me feel like, "I can go to lunch."
But now I was in awe of the bank in my wallet. I felt like I could be called, "Brooks First and Trust." I started thinking, "FDIC, FDIC, FDIC." I'm sure banks have thoughts. They think of fiduciary and fiscal. And they are always relaxed. When you are an ocean made of waves of money, nothing is smaller than you. The immensity of you is a self-esteemer.
So I spent today walking as the B.P.F. and T. Cute girls noticed me and said, "Hi" with big smiles. People got out of my way when I went to the 7-11 for my daily Slurpee. When I got on the bus, an elderly person got up from her seat and offered it to me. I, of course, sat in the seat because I didn't want to offend her.
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