Just waiting my turn, when I suddenly spot a Fifty dollar bill on the ground.
It was almost straight ahead, but on my right side.
No one else seems to have noticed it lying there.
It was calling me.
So I step forward quickly and casually pick it up.
The customer directly before me is a middle aged woman.
She has that Guyanese or Trini Caribbean Indian look.
I also notice she's holding some twenty dollar bills, at least two or three, in her right hand.
So like an idiot, I do the right thing, walk up and say:
"did you drop this?" or something equally stupid like "is this your money?"
Right away she says no, then a second or two later she's like:
"oh I gave it to my nephew to buy food at McDonald's."
So I give her the fifty but inside I know, she just looked me in the face and lied.
The black man behind me says "I don't think it's her money. I didn't even notice it."
Less than a minute later as I'm passing McDonald's, I see the woman's nephew and his friend.
How's he paying for food if he or she dropped the money?
What she just told me don't make no sense?
That money was for me, but I wasn't ready to accept a gift.
Damn...
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