Another day, another hundred dollars...

I was supposed to have two moving gigs last night at $50 a piece. It would have been extremely easy--the movees both lived in the same house. However, one of the girls cancelled. She said a couple of her friends would help her move instead. "No problem," I said.

But! Get this! Exclamation points! When I got there she asked if I'd move her queen-sized mattress because her buddies didn't have any room left. She'd pay me "whatever." Well, "whatever" is $50, like I quoted her.

In the fantasy world I inhabit in my own mind, I would have lit a cigarrette, taken a long pull off of it, and said in dry-cool fashion, "I don't run a charity service, cupcake. You want your load hauled, call me. You want free goods and services, fill out a questionaire at the mall."

But, I didn't do that. I just let her buddies throw the mattress on the truck and she gave me $20.

Whatever.

The good thing is that the Vietnamese mother of the other roommate tipped me $30. So, as the kids say, "It's all good."

Now, if I could just replace "moving gig" with "wholesale deal," and $100 with $30,000, life would be much better...

By the way, Ed, the trailer worked beautifully.