THE CASE OF THE $5 REVENGE

We were on a bus for Foxwoods Casino in Connecticut, TLW (The Little Woman) and me, plus about 40 other staffers from Teacher’s Federal Credit Union, the wanna-be bank, where she works.

As we did the three hour drive, the wanna-be bankers decided to have a 50-50 raffle. The immediate call went out for small bills: who has singles, who has change of a twenty, etc. TLW, searching for money, looks at me and asks; “Do you have small bills?” Slowly I take out my wallet, and even slower, I open it. Now, I feel that the inside of my wallet is sacred. No woman should look inside it, not even TLW. Why? Because she will find things to buy with whatever is in it, that’s why. No, my wallet is my private domain. I reach in and find a fiver, which somehow stuck to a ten. TLW, waving the twenty she has in her hands says: “Don’t you want to give me the ten so I can give you the twenty?” Well, of course I do, isn’t that what husbands are for? I make the aforementioned transaction, and I don’t even ask for a transaction record from my little banker. I trust her! She starts to look a little confused. “Wait a minute”, she says, “I gave you a twenty and you gave me a five, then a ten!”
“Yes” I counter, but you also have to remember you asked for a five originally!” I respond.
“Oh” She immediately turns to her two buddies and they have a conference over the transaction.

Suddenly, the organizer of the trip shouts out: “We need some paper, does anyone have any paper on them?”

Now, I like to live a nice organized life. I try very hard to remember details, and events and things to do, to record for you, my dear readers. So, I carry a small pad in my shirt pocket, with a pen.

TLW immediately and uncharacteristically stands up and shouts; “He has a pad!" Pointing to me, she yells again: “He has a pad, Joe, give them your pad.” Then she says: “Take as much paper as you need! All of it if you want! Don’t even write on both sides, use it all!”

OK, the pad isn’t worth $5, but the revenge factor seems to have played itself out, in a rather ugly manner. Oh! I did get the pad back, or what was left of it. The cover, the back and the one sheet that was left, which had written on it, “Thanks!”

At least they are polite.

Please remember John my brother-in-law, and DD, and all those that need our prayers. Thanks.