Sunday Morning

On my way to the hospital this morning, I was driving down the kind of street you just want to cruise through, quick, with the doors locked. Just south of where tough-on-crime Boy Mayor launched his first campagn as Mayor at an infamous drug market, the car ahead of me kept stopping. The driver would put on his flashers and leap out of the car, then run back in. I was perplexed. Imagine my consternation when I realized he was collecting paper money from the roadbed. "I got a twenty!", he told his passenger, brandishing the bill as he leapt back into the car! I looked madly about for bills he might have missed, but he finished his harvest and I decided it would be a good thing to just drive on, anyway.