|
Okay, so I go up to a rental property to figure out some TV/DVD tech problems. The situation wasn't dire, and the people were all friendly to be sure, but this is the worst of the worst kind of situations for me. I have an audience. There are at least 5 people behind me while I'm trying to disconnect the offending DVD player and connect our loaner. Whether the people are nice or upset I ALWAYS freak out in a situation like that.
So anyway, I "fix" the audio on a TV in the master bedroom (somehow it had gotten on SAP, and apparently some cable channels here don't even have an SAP signal, hence, no audio). I chat with the wife about the joys of having a Kindle, as I see she's got one too.
At no time do I feel anyone brush against me, though I am wearing my big warm fluffy coat.
I arrive back down at the office and stick my hand in my pocket to retrieve the house key that I didn't have to use.
My hand comes back up with $15.00, a very crisp $5.00 and $10.00 (which proves it couldn't be my money, as I have a magic insta-crumpling power with legal tender).
Did the guests just tip me? They seemed really nice, but it's not like I did anything AMAZING.
I could swear that the money hadn't been in that pocket last night. And I certainly didn't dump a complete set of teeth in that pocket, so it couldn't have been the Tooth Fairy.
I'm utterly confused by the universe right now.
|