Wednesday, September 2, 2009
"Are you counting your bankroll back there?"
Jeff has been part of my morning train posse for about a year now - happily married, an old school kind of guy, who swears like a truck driver (very hard for me not to gasp! several times during each commute downtown.), but has a thread of my father within him, which makes me feel comfortably safe when he is around.
"No, I collected a couple of bucks from some guys I was with the other night, so here is $51 dollars for your birthday - buy YOURSELF something!" he demanded as he tried to hand me the money.
"What?!?!? I am not taking it!" was my stubborn, I-can-take-care-of-myself response.
"Yes, you are!" he said as he placed it on top of the newspaper in my lap.
"Why?" I weepily asked.
"Because those guys had no problem coughing up a couple of bucks," he said, "and this will end out your birthday week!"
I thanked him, while hesitantly folding the bills up and putting them into my old-lady-little-blue coin purse - at the same time thinking - what can I buy, what can I buy???
a very kind but swearing guy