Finding money

When I was a kid (or younger than I am now, anyway), it was always exciting to find money you forgot you had. You know, you’d find it buried in a pants pocket, or under the couch or something. Cool! It’s a little different these days, of course, when I have more money than I did when I was 18 or 20. Today, on the bus back to NYC, I reached into my jacket pocket to adjust my iPod volume and found a $20 bill.

Now, this wasn’t a “misplaced” $20 bill. It was a “planted” $20 bill, and as a courtesy, I will avoid mentioning the name(s) of the villains who put it there. I suspect I even know why it was placed in my jacket to begin with and all I can say is that two wrongs don’t make a right. But I did notice it and there is no way that I could have “forgotten” about it. It’s simply not my $20 bill. So I am now in the position of owing these fiends $20 worth of food or drink at some later date. And I pay back all my debts.

About Jamie Todd Rubin

Jamie Todd Rubin writes fiction and nonfiction for a variety of publications including Analog, Clarkesworld, The Daily Beast, 99U, Daily Science Fiction, Lightspeed, InterGalactic Medicine Show, and several anthologies. He was featured in Lifehacker’s How I Work series. He has been blogging since 2005. By day, he manages software projects and occasionally writes code. He lives in Arlington, Virginia with his wife and three children. Find him on Twitter at @jamietr.