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   “Since you’ve been called odd and eccentric (occasionally other things) can’t you share a personal moment about yourself? After all, it’s the season to be jolly…”

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   “Okay, when writing fiction, often it’s the small discardable moment that paints a defining picture.

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   “But what follows isn’t fiction…”

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   “Here I am in a recent McDonalds McMoment, so if you dare the DOOR, here goes.”

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   On the way to and from wherever I have my early morning breakfast out–oatmeal & coffee (when I appear, they just bring it)–my car radio is usually tuned to my Outside Favorite Frequency (OFF). Why? My radar is tuned to the Mother Ship, and whatever directions may be waiting.

   Recently on the way home–let’s call it Day 1–I stopped to pick up a special McD’s coffee for my wife ♥.  At the drive-in window I paid for the coffee, and as I started to drive away, the change (coins) slipped from my hand into the slush below the window. I glanced down at my loss pondering my increasing clumsinesss, and since a big GMC truck was nearly kissing my rear bumper, I just let it go, and drove away  embarrassed.  Halfway home I realized I’d forgotten to stop at Window 2 to pick up the coffee I’d paid for.

   On “Day 2″ (not actually the next day), the coins again slipped through my gloved fingers, and the McGirl at McWindow just smiled and shook her head. Another big truck was behind me (I’m at Montrose PA in fracking country) so I pushed ahead, again forgetting to pick up the coffee.

   Never again, I vowed!

   On Day 3, while waiting for my change, I looked down and spied several quarters, dimes, and a nickel all lying in the slush. Nobody was behind me. Receiving my change, dropping nothing, I swerved off to side and parked. Time to pay myself back. Jumping out of the car, I raced to the window when the girl disappeared, and when seeing no one to the left or right, I knelt and scooped up an even larger treasure coin by coin with my wet glove. No one even saw me! I raced back to my car. I had paid myself back and then some. Smiling because I hadn’t been discovered, I quickly sped away.

   Forgetting to pick up my coffee a 3rd time…