Grandad the Heavenly Banker
Grandad (my twenty-years-dead father in law) has been speaking to me for years in the unique language we share – the "language of coins". Today, Grandad expanded our vocabulary by introducing a "language of banknotes".
Date: 11/11/2006 10:53:42 AM ( 15 y ) ... viewed 2167 times
I was walking away from the supermarket till with my shopping for the weekend. I had 18 cents left in my purse, which meant I wouldn't be able to call at the fruit shop.
I had got 15 yards from the till when someone behind me started calling. I turned around to see the lady after me in the queue waving a 10 Euro note in the air and wanting to know if it was mine.
"A gift from Grandad for me to buy my fruit with" flashed onto my brain, but I wanted to put this to the test. So instead of accepting the money, I answered stupidly "I don't know".
The lady who had found the note and the cashier were not satisfied with that; they asked me the same question again, and I gave the same answer.
But the two ladies were still not satisfied, so they told me to look in my purse and give them a proper answer. I opened up my purse which, of course, had no banknotes in. Then, seeing that the rightful owner of the money had not come forward (even though the conversation had been shouted over a distance of 15 yards before an audience of queuing shoppers), nor had the finder of the money put it away in her purse, I determined that the result of my test was positive. So I accepted the money, and was able to go to the fruit shop.
Whatever will Grandad think of next? Watch this space!
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