7:31 AM EST
So that happened
Big ass snow storm hit. Got up at 5:40 this morning to shovel the sidewalk in front of the house, but my dad had already done that (and I got after him for it). So, I went over and shoveled snow for the old couple that live next door, since they’re too old and in too poor of health to do it themselves. While I was shoveling, Marie, the old lady, comes out, thanks me, and hands me what I thought was a ten dollar bill. She’s has it in her head that she has to pay me for doing things like that even though I’ve told her otherwise. It’s a generational thing.
Then she started to cry. I’m not good around people and even worse when they get upset. According to her, the reason why she was crying was because her husband is too sick (old age and the ills that come with it) and she had a heart attack over a year ago and they can’t and shouldn’t be doing things like shoveling snow. You see, my mom’s mother and two sisters used to live in this house before we moved in. The sisters ended up moving out after their mother died and apparently while they lived here, they pretty much did jack and squat for Bill and Marie, so small, inconsequential things like shoveling snow, taking out their trash and recycling, and changing lightbulbs and batteries in smoke detectors has a larger emotional effect on them. She asked if I’d keep shoveling their sidewalk during the day and well, I was going to do that anyhow.
Anyway, I finish up, go back home and while taking my boots and stuff off, I pull the money out of my pocket, looked down at it and dropped like it had just turned into a snake or something, because what I thought was a ten dollar bill was actually FIFTY FUCKING DOLLARS. She had handed me a 50!
Jesus freaking Christ.
Then I went and shoveled the sidewalk of the other old woman that lives next door.
But seriously, what the funk!?