Encounter with the Universe Part 4

Yesterday I met my cousin for a coffee. He lives in Tokyo and visits Toronto once or twice a year. After, he said he’d walk me to my streetcar stop. Instead of crossing the wide, busy street to the closest stop, we decided, non-intuitively, to turn onto College Street and walk a few blocks up to a further stop.

There on the sidewalk was a bright crisp $20 bill. I looked around. The sidewalk was somehow free of pedestrians in both directions. No one was frantically retracing her steps, eyes to the ground. Traffic moved blithely on.

I felt a pang of sorrow for the person who had dropped it. The previous day, I had dropped a favourite suede glove in a drugstore. I retraced my steps over and over again, but couldn’t find it. Now here was a $20 bill at my feet. I picked it up and put it in my pocket.

And it is still in my pocket. I just checked craigslist lost and found wondering if I should post a message: Found, $20 cash. Call xxx-xxxx.

Spousal unit said to break it into small bills and give it to homeless people.

Hubski, what would you do?