You just never know what to expect when pawing through a purgeable item. Most items don’t have pockets with zippers, magnetic locks and pouches … but purses have ’em a’plenty! Our Marta’s goodbyeable purse contained lots of shoulder bag booty. There was a 25¢ piece (a quarter), a shiney nickel, and two one cent pennies. That’s 32¢ that can wind its way through the American economy like an eagle in the sky.
OM seems to have an odd fixation with Border Sauce hot sauce. It must be the individual comments on each packet which captures her fancy. One says, “Aaah, we meet again“, another, “I can’t tell where I am. It’s dark and I hear people laughing“, or even “The Poison Hotline number is 1-800-2221222“.
OM must have finished using the purse many years ago. You can tell this by looking at the CVS receipt. What do you notice? I’ll wait.
(tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-looking-at-my-watch-more-tap-tap-tapping my foot)
What? YES! You’re right! The receipt is only a couple inches long. Any man with a headache or woman needing chewing gum in the last five years know that CVS receipts can be upwards of four feet long!
And finally the jewel in the crown is the Starbucks card. A sweet five dollarinos! That pays two/thirds of a tall coffee, iced or hot. Lookin’ good, Dave Palmer!
Sitting across from the offering box, he was observing how the crowd tossed money in for the collection. Many of the rich were making large contributions. One poor widow came up and put in two small coins—a measly two cents. Jesus called his disciples over and said, “The truth is that this poor widow gave more to the collection than all the others put together. All the others gave what they’ll never miss; she gave extravagantly what she couldn’t afford—she gave her all.”