Flying Money

Had a bit of an eventful night at Willowcreek Grill on Saturday!   Remember how windy it was that night?  Well, in spite of the wind, many people chose to sit on the patio because the temperature was nice, and the music was, as usual, very lovely Smile   Right at 8:30, I wrapped up the night by thanking everyone for coming out, and remarking on how we hadn’t been blown away.  As if on cue, a big gust came up and blew my lucky tip jar off of its stand, smashing it to smithereens on the concrete.  It had been a good tip night and this was an unfortunate event, as much of my money went whipping across the patio, headed for Oregon.  Lucky for me, my sister-in-law and mother-in-law were at the show, and it turns out they are much more nimble than they appear.  Cheri was fielding bills like an MLB shortstop.  Much scrambling ensued.  I looked up and saw my 76 year old mother-in-law triumphantly holding a dollar bill in each fist, with a five pinned under each foot.  It was like a game show, and she was the winner.  There is nothing like flying money to get the old adrenaline pumping.  Thanks to everyone’s help, I think we got most of it.  But next time you find a stray dollar bill in a bush, a lake, or under your bed, it’s probably mine, and I would like to have it.

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