Strolling through the park Easter afternoon…Sweetie and I were stalled on the path by a family of several children their mother and grandmother…during the stall…I noticed a folded dollar bill on the ground near some of the children…of course I picked it up…it looked like it had fallen out of an Easter egg…and…they didn’t have any eggs…but…to be polite…I asked the mother if it was theirs…
She gave me a funny look…I knew it wasn’t their dollar…and snatched it out of my hand…as we walked away…I heard a child asking…Mama…did you find a dollar…
Later I heard one of the children chanting…I found a dollar…I found a dollar…
The whole situation left me with a funny taste in my mouth…like maybe I’d combined Cadbury and real Easter eggs in the same bite…
Bertha…had been doing her rendition of an Easter Parade around the park…and…didn’t see the transaction…however…she reminded me…as I whined about how wrong it had all been…some things just ain’t right…and…this was one of those things that I just needed to let go…
I know she’s right…
But…
Jane
