The world is a wacky place. One minute you’re walking down the street, whistling a tune you can’t quite place because you think you may have made it up in a dream or something, puzzling over the same philosophical dilemma that’s been nagging at you for quite some time If I find something on the sidewalk, such as litter, and pick it up, am I considered a litterer if I decide I don’t want the item for my personal collection and then return it to the sidewalk? Is there a time limit within which I must make my decision; something along the lines of the ‘rule’ whereby I am allowed to eat something that falls on the floor only if it has been there for less than, say, ten seconds? and the next thing you know, you are confronted with a situation that may force you to make a decision. And quick.
Thankfully, however, the cat postcard (“CAT”, drawing, 2000, © Maria Sochaniewicz) amused me enough that I didn’t have to answer that question. I was, thus, off the hook.
And the dollar bill, well, need I say more than a pointed, “Duh”? Of course, I could have presented it with a flourish to the guy in the dirty army pants and dirty mustache sitting on a crate with a sign and cup that both suggested I make a donation, but I didn’t. I need coffee too, after all.
Same goes for the dime, which I found on the stairs in my building. “See on the steps a grimy dime; pick it up and make it mine!”
And to think: somewhere, someone is weeping!