Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year?
About 17 years ago I lost 50.00.
I was shopping and I’m pretty sure that when I reached into my unorganized purse and pulled out my unorganized wallet the 50.00 dropped out.
Do you know what really made me mad?
It wasn’t that I lost the 50.00- though that did sting. No. What really made me mad was that some lucky ducky found 50.00.
I have never looked down and found anything larger then a penny.
That’s what really made me mad- in my life I have never been that lucky but on that day I sure as Hell made sure somebody else was.
So ever since that black marked day I don’t carry cash.
I use my debit card.
And here’s the reason why.
When I was in high school I went to church with my friend.
Her Church was one of those people speaking in tongues and writhing in the aisles with snakes kind of church.
It was better then any horror movie because the feeling in that church was dark and oppressive and if something would have reached up through the floor in an explosion of brick and mortar and faded plum colored carpeting and pulled us down one by one and kicking and screaming and dripping entrails all the way through the gates of Hell..I wouldn’t have been surprised
But on that day they were going on about people being marked with numbers- specifically credit card numbers.
That was how Satan was going to mark us…so whatever you do, don’t get one of those cards.
No problem. I was like 17 at the time. I didn’t see myself to ever be in a position to be ‘marked by Satan’.
It was shortly after I lost that money and made someone else very lucky I remembered that day in the Church- how we would be marked and cursed and turned into Demons doing the Devil’s work for all of eternity if we got numbered.
Oh really? I thought. Is that how it works? Because I was tired of being the softie who gave in ( most of the time m) with just about everyone in my life…my kids, my job, holding the doors open for people, and now apparently I am throwing money around like confetti at a New Years Eve Party.
I dug through my desk drawer, found my Debit card, activated it and since then I haven’t carried cash. I’ll be damned ( literally ) if I ever make someone’s day like that again.
I must say though:
When I pull that card out I feel wicked.
And it feels….good.