Blog #4

 09/01/2021

I hope this isn't the beginning of the end, in terms of writing here. I forgot how is easy it is to lose the day. I'm not actually sure where all my time went yesterday, but I didn't work out and I didn't write a blog. I think I've spent my whole day avoiding my thoughts. I'm not usually this unsure what to write. Avoiding thought is something that did run through my mind today. 'I'd rather live on the cusp of boredom, than live a life of pleasure at arms reach'; paraphrasing whatever quasi-deep anecdote I crafted earlier to satiate my aforementioned quandary. 

Yesterday I managed to lose and then find my wallet. I say find, but it was actually returned to me, in an unforeseeable manner. This is one of those 'faith restored' type stories, except its coming from someone who usually scoffs at that kind of material. It started with me sorting change for a delivery outside my car. I've not actually mentioned this before here, so I'll do it now. My job at the time of writing this is delivering Chinese takeaway in my car, to the people of Carnoustie. My car is not the right type of vehicle for the job. There's a picture bellow, but I'll avoid further digression from this wholesome account. I often place my wallet on the roof, and often times I leave it on the roof. The change sorting normally occurs at the destination so I normally realise that it's on my roof before driving away: You can't put the customers money into your wallet if it's on the car roof. For whatever reason I decided I was going to sort the change out before the customers house. I've left my wallet on the roof so many times in the past that the thought actually ran through my mind that I should remember to pick it up. Well of course I didn't. Drove all the way to customers house, and it's a good job he didn't need any notes for his change. I felt my empty pocket and it didn't take any thought to realise what I'd done. Zoom, Zoom in the whip backdown to where I parked. No sign of wallet. Check the car park where I performed a speedy turn. No wallet. At this point I'm no longer cool. I begin to sweat (metaphorically). Go in to see George; my boss. I avoid flagging up my condition, since I don't want him to have the burden of me losing his dosh. I'm hoping that a good Samaritan has handed it in to him and he'll say something like 'missing this' with a cheeky smile. Nope. I dip out the shop to see if I can find it. I ask some youths loitering outside Co-Op along the street; they were probably around 1st year, the kind that I usually brand as 'little shits'; they of course hadn't seen it. Into the Co Op and it's the same result. 

Well what do you know I leave the Co Op, feeling rather dishevelled and the 'little shits' have only gone and found it. It had fallen on the road just along from where I'd parked (falling after I turned around). I wouldn't have found it since I was sure it would have fallen during my take off or turn. My immediate reaction was to offer the lad some money for the good turn he had done me. He wouldn't take it! I thought well if he won't take a bill, maybe he'll take a some coin for it. Same story again; he refuses payment. I make sure to thank him profusely, but with nothing else I could offer him, I had to get back to George.

This really did make my day. This lad helped me find my wallet just for the sake of goodness. Really did make me stop and think about the age old cliché of "Don't judge a book by it's cover". In case you're wondering, he didn't skim the cash before giving it back, if anything my total at the end of the deliveries was higher than usual. 

That'll do it for now I think. Was my story telling any good? Thanks for taking the time to read. x

My 2004 Honda Accord Tourer with 2.0 petrol Engine. Good for camping, not so good for nipping around town