On my walk home last night I had an experience that I have never had before. As I was striding down the Mile End Road, just after the junction with Cambridge Heath Road, I noticed something on the floor. As I got closer I realised it was a wad of money. There were £20s and £10s all rolled up together. I could hear angels singing ‘Hallelujah’ as the sun appeared through a crack in the clouds.
Here was my opportunity to bend down and scoop up the cash, all in one swift, elegant and covert movement. What did I do? I walked on by, leaving the gift from heaven for some mental alcoholic drug addict. Sometimes, I just do not understand my own actions.
As I approached my home I was very much cheered by the sight of four frightening looking black gentlemen. They were all sat on my front step, listening to tinny hip-hop through a mobile phone and smoking drugs. I politely asked if I could pass and enter the building in which I live, to which they provided me with a tirade of unintelligible verbal abuse and spitting.
Hopefully, they found the money for they are far more deserving than I or indeed anybody.
One Comment
You should have picked up the money, then you could have moved. Simples!