In the past four days, I have been unexpectedly granted three different gift cards. The first was from the check out lady at Target, who, after ringing up Arrested Development Season 3 (which rocks, by the way) gave me a free five-dollar gift card, with which I bought Mars Attacks.
Later that day, while escorting Mother Rubble to the Gospel World store to look for stick on geegaws for her Worship and Music poster for the Church Talent Fair, I found a Barnes and Noble gift card with a remaining value of eleven dollars and forty cents on the ground, with which I bought Wicked, the book, which I read a number of years ago in the midst of a string of panic attacks, so I don't really remember what happened in it, not that my reading comprehension and retention is that great even in the best of times.
Today, after returning from my first day of teaching at my alma mater, I found a Best Buy gift card lying on the curb in front of my house. Remaining value, forty dollars even. Which means it's probably never even been used.
Is this bounty a gift from the heavens, a reward for being kind and good in the face of grief and despair? Or is it a cruel test, and am I stcking up more bad karma for myself by taking these cards as my own and wantonly using them for my own selfish ends?
I am hoping the former, as Jet and I will be going to Best Buy tomorrow just as soon as the termite men have come to do their inspection.
Could even a trickster god be cruel enough to plant a Best Buy gift card with forty dollars left on it in front of my house?
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We create our own lack, the universe is always bountiful. (Chant this over and over again until you believe it!)
Hey that's mine. I wondered where that BB's card went to
So sorry I didn't get your message before going shopping, Roadking. You can come over any time to watch "Hazel Season 1" and "The Doris Day Special".
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