Turn your windshield wipers on.
Yep, you read that right. The Brick started up the car this morning at work, turned on the wipers...and money began flying all over the place. Evidently it was tucked under the wiper blades.
He picked up eight dollar bills before he was through.
Did one of our egg customers leave us money? Nope. (I checked.) Did someone else owe us? Not that we know of. Maybe the cash was meant for someone else at the bus terminal -- and they got the wrong car.
We have no idea.
Or maybe it's:
Update: My piano students' grandma fessed up: she'd put the money under the windshield wipers to pay for some rocks I'd given her. (I'd stressed the rocks were free.) The bills had been riding there for days. We didn't have any moisture that stuck, so there was no need to use them. The wipers, that is.
I'm not the only one to get a kick out of little things like this...
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