My Musings
Email me if you wish. Thursday, April 24, 2003InsightThis entry is titled “Insight” because it will hopefully give you a small insight into what kind of a person I am. If it works out well, then I just might make a whole series of “insights,” who knows. Anyway, on with the story… Ben’s wallet fell out of his pocket during musical practice today. I, sitting next to him, noticed this. We both play in the pit. After the song ended and Ben made no move to retrieve his wallet, I concluded that he hadn’t noticed its absence. So I got up, walked over to the spot behind Ben’s chair where the wallet had fallen, picked it up, casually stuck it in my left pocket, and sat back down. My standing, bending, and sitting must have seemed a little odd, but nobody said anything. The rehearsal was in the orchestra room. After it ended, I was sitting around and leisurely gathering my stuff when I suddenly realized that Ben was gone already. He had hurried off to the band room to put his euphonium away because he needed to go pick up his tuxedo for the upcoming prom. Oh, shit, I thought, I need to find Ben and give him back his wallet before he leaves. I rushed out of the orchestra room and caught Ben in the hallway just as he was leaving the band room. Then I was struck with a great idea. Here’s what happened: Boris: hey, Ben, could I borrow a dollar? Ben: sure! Do you mind if it’s in change? [he reaches into his pocket and starts to jingle some coins] Boris: um, actually, could I have a bill? Ben: why? Boris: because you don’t have your wallet!! [here I proudly produce Ben’s wallet. At around the same time, Ben’s investigation of his other pockets confirms that he does, in fact, not have his wallet] Ben: dammit Boris. [I give Ben his wallet] Ben: thanks. [we part] .: posted by Boris 9:30 PM
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