209: I want my $2.50

Todd keeps the govt. out of his brain with common household aluminum foil.

So Saturday night E-town, PMP, Buddy the keg breaker, Rachael, Kurtee, Monkey and I went and did a little rock climbing down at DRG. After I walked in I walked towards the climbing area and spotted some cash on the floor. I reached down and picked it up. It was a fiver.

First thought was "sweet ground score" but then I figured I'd ask if anyone had lost it. I turned to the lady at the counter and said, "hey, I found this fiver, I'm gonna give it to you, and if anyone says they lost it, you know give it back to them..."

The hippie behind the counter smiled and her eye's widened with the joy of the 5 spot I just gave her. I said to her following up, "I'll tell you what, if no one claims it by the time I leave, I'll split it with you $2.50 each..." She smiled at me strangely and nodded in agreement.

So I went on about my climbing, and I watched her walk around the bouldering area and she asked if anyone had lost a Lincoln. You know the one she put in her pocket. My fiver. No one , said they had, and I watched her pat my five spot in her pocket.

I go back to climbing for a while and maybe 20 minutes later look up and see the damn dirty hippie with her coat on, and her hippie back pack, walking out the door...

"YO BITCH WHERE'S MY MONEY!!"

should I chase her into the parking lot? I was connected to the top rope, should I let her go? what would Dirty do?

damn, he'd change his name to big baby jesus and slap her. Me, I just keep on rock climbing.

I think I did the right thing, I tried to be nice and what happens? that damn hippie took off with my 5 dollar bill. Hell, I offered to give her $2.50... Now I'm gonna have to send this guy after her.

buddy takes a whiz...

I'm banking that she needed that 5er way more than I did, and at least I get some good karma out of this deal. Talk about snatching defeat out of the jaws of victory.

Sunday a nice little group of us met to ride the frozen tundra of Fair Hill nature center. The group was Buddy the Keg Breaker, Bobby's Boy Keith G, Todd (ex-pres), Ted Logic, BL Rich, Kurtee, Leo, Bologna Bianchi John, Alan the cleaner, and (i)Paul. The trails were solid and rolled super fast. The frozen ground provided for traction that was likened to riding on sandpaper. Coincidentally, today I felt like I found my flow again, and things just rolled as I maestroed the group around a loop, that I actually hadn't really planned out very much at all. It was a great time, and having Bobby's Boy Keith G down from
Dillsburgh, PA was addition to our ride. I miss having that guy around...

Because it was really freaking cold, Buddy and I cut it a little short, and only got 2:55 of our planned three hour ride. We were both sad to come up so short of our goal, but it is January.

In conversation this weekend it came to light the Kurtee saw Zepplin 3x, and the Who with Keith Moon. Bastard. No wonder he's so much cooler than me.

respect.

faticus