Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Val, the Great Surmiser

Remember a couple weeks ago, when I was finding PENNIES everywhere? For several days. And on one single day, I found FOUR pennies?

Silly me. I had started to think I was going to find pennies every day. Everywhere. But they dried up! No pennies, no dimes, no quarters, no dollars! So I surmised that whatever message the Universe was trying to get across had been delivered. Resigned myself to the fact that I might go a few years again without finding a single penny. It's happened before.

And then...and then...something new was presented to me without my knowledge. I was clueless! Can you believe THAT? Val had no idea what was going on. She went about her merry way, car-singing and scratcher-buying and 44 oz Diet Coke drinking. Kept Hick on a tight rein, but saw that he had his weekly allowance and casino money (which he may or may not have pocketed a portion of) and treats from Walmart twice a week.

Monday, this new trend virtually slapped me in the face. I was in Walmart at the time, the one in Bill-Paying Town. Not the regular one closest to Backroads, where I went on Friday. Some treats are hard to find. I was checking out, getting some cash back. I do this occasionally, when we have some extra expenses not planned on in our weekly cash budget, and I don't want make an extra stop at the bank. We had lunch at the casino twice (you don't think I'm paying for LUNCH out of my previous winnings, do you) and the fee for the Process Server that Hick hadn't been reimbursed for yet (that he paid out of his allowance).

So there I was, getting $40 cash back. The checker handed me eight $5 bills.

"Oh! I'm sorry to take all of your fives!"

"That's okay. The lady ahead of you got the last of my twenties."

See, I thought to apologize for draining her drawer resources. Because it's the polite thing to do. After all...the checker in the other Walmart on Friday fell all over herself apologizing to me when she counted me out eight $5 bills for my $40 cash back there.

"I'm so sorry to do this to you! It's all I have here. I thought she was bringing me more, but this is it for now."

"Oh, that's fine! It spends just the same."

See, I hadn't thought much about getting all those fives back. But when it happened on Monday at the other Walmart, it was like the clouds opened up and a magical ray of sunlight (crepuscular rays, I'm sure one of my blog buddies told us about that, perhaps Joe H) shone through, and a choir sang a wordless chord.

I'D BEEN GETTING FIVES BACK FOR DAYS!

Uh huh. Not just those two times at the Walmarts. When I cashed in winning scratchers over that weekend time period. At Orb K, I was due back ten dollars, and the clerk gave me two $5 bills. At Waterside Mart, I needed back twenty dollars, and the clerk handed me four $5 bills. AND at the gas station chicken store, I was due fifteen dollars, and the little gal gave me three $5 bills. Plus, Hick and I went back to the casino on Father's Day, and when I cashed out my last ticket, the machine gave me four $5 bills instead of one twenty. It never does that!

So there I was, wheeling my cart/walker out of Walmart, putting 5 and 5 and 5 and 5 (well, you get it) together, and realizing

I AM THE FIVE-DOLLAR DAUGHTER!

Yeah. My mom used to always give me a $5 bill when we took her some leftovers or the tabloids after I read them. Always said, "Now you take this."

It's most likely a coincidence that those stores ran out of tens and twenties when I showed up. But I surmise that I was meant to get those fives. Except maybe I wasn't supposed to be so dense, and have the need to get SO MANY fives before I saw a connection.

Yeah. Crazy ol' Val. You can't always get what you want. But if you try sometimes...you get what you need.
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Back when I was the five-dollar daughter (plus one). And when my value declined. Dropped more. Really, really declined.


12 comments:

  1. Might as well be a slap across the face! Oh, who is on the penny...Lincoln? Who is on a $5 bill? Who was President after Lincoln? Johnson. Who was married to Lyndon Johnson? Ladybird...hmmm...close enough!

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    1. Wow! You are are The GREATER Surmiser! I might need to wear a helmet and a face guard if I don't start noticing the obvious in a timely manner.

      That's a great connection. If only my knowledge of history was as good as my knowledge of geography...oh, wait! It IS! That's the problem.

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  2. Woo-Hoo! first pennies, now fivers. You're on a roll sista!

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    1. Until Even Steven puts a stop to it!

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  3. I like Joes train of thought...

    There are similarities and you are the five dollar bill daughter so there you go, it's plain as mud but the fivers are real.

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    1. It's as plain as a dirty-water cocktail in Joe's hand!

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  4. Everything seems to be connected, don't you think?

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    1. It just makes me think my life, messed up as it may be sometimes, is on track, right where it should be. Something puts me in those places at those times. I COULD have been ahead of that lady, and got the two $20 bills instead of eight $5 bills. But I wasn't.

      Now my $5 run has ended. I can't wait to see what's next.

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  5. And now that you have figured out the message, your fives will dry up. I do believe it was divine providence, a holler from heaven, mama saying hello.

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    1. You're right! Since I surmised that I was meant to revel in my five-dollar-daughterness, I have not received a single superfluous five.

      You know I don't believe in coincidences. For some reason, circumstances put me in the position to receive all those fives at all those locations in that span of time. I guess all the ladybugs were booked!

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  6. Yeah, but do you find $5 bills laying on the ground?

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    1. NO! Just the two $1 bills I've found in 2017, one in a dried-up puddle behind T-Hoe in the garage, and the other on the gravel road down by the mailbox.

      No pennies or dimes lately, either!

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