Who's got time for this?
And I was racing the pizza guy. I had no business stopping for nonsense.
I called the pizza shop before walking to the patio and plant shop, a nifty little area boutique, a corner property always stocked with plenty of interesting things that's located between my place and the pizza shop. So it's on. The plant shop is not expecting anything and I want to be there to tip the guy when he gets there. It's a real race. And I have no business stopping to pick up a dime.
It's an effort.
I cannot just swoop down and snatch it without breaking stride like an eagle snatching a fish from a lake. No. Just stopping, orienting and bending is a bit of a production. And never worth the effort.
Except for some reason it makes me feel great.
It's not just me. A friend of mine makes more money in interest on his trust funds in one year than I'll make my entire life. I think. One night at a club I said to him, "There's a quarter on the floor." He went over and picked it up. He came right back and said, "I don't care. I always grab money."