Good Man teases me because I find money all the time on our walks. Good Man will also entirely ignore things. He’ll notice them, comment (“There’s a buck on the ground”) and do nothing about it. I am not like that.
I am a magpie.
A few weeks ago, I found a laser level in the middle of the street. It worked! Awesome. Good Man groaned and rolled his eyes, “Why are you always picking things up?”
This past weekend, I found a foam hockey puck in the street. It has the Capitals’ logo on it, and I have a friend who loves the Caps, so I’ll be sending it to her. Since Good Man had pockets, I made him carry the puck home.
This morning I went on my walk alone (Good Man had an early-morning work engagement). It was rainy (the entire fall season has been rainy!) and right before I walked into our door I found a Subway gift card on the ground. I figured it was trash but picked it up to check the balance online.
It had $5 on it. Hey, not much, but I just got paid $5 to walk.
Being a magpie can be useful.