Reality Crows-foot
Now Playing: George Frederic Handel--"Hornpipe" from Water Music Suite No. 2
The other day (perhaps the same day and place a friend of mine had her food sneezed on by an "acquaintance") I took the deposit over to the bank, as I do most every day. Due to time constraints, I had to take a delivery to a local coffeeshop in the same trip, and informed my boss thusly.

"Just make sure you keep it safe," she replied.

It was a good thing she gave me the advice. On my way back from the delivery to the bank, I ran into a clown in a top hat who was selling things out of a multi-colored box fringed with ribbon. Curious, I walked up to him and asked him what he was selling.

"Beans, man. Magic beans."

Now, I had very little personal money with me, and the thought of magic beans was really hard to resist. Who knew what kind of hijinks, scrapes, or fantastical adventures I might get into with these ensorceled legumes? It was even harder to resist once I found that he was selling magic beans labeled "X-TREME," and some that were, in fact, vanilla-raspberry flavored.

Then, though, my boss' words came back to me. "Keep it safe...keep it safe..."

I turned the guy down and continued on my way. Just think--if I hadn't been told to safeguard the bank deposit containing our gross income for the previous day, I might have blown it all on magic beans.

Of course, then I might have become King of Somewhere and not faced any consequences.

That story might as well have been true.