I was back at Clemson University today. Besides the hype over the snowstorm headed our way, today was a relatively uneventful day. That is, until he came in.
It was about ten minutes to five when he walked through the door. He leaned over my desk and asked in a really low voice, How about you give me six rolls of pennies and I’ll give you six dollars? I explained that I only had 3 rolls in my personal vault and that since Chad (who had the vault) had just left, I couldn’t get any more. He stood there for a minute and then glanced at the money manager. She shrugged and said that she’d broken into the vault before and she’d do it again.
When I finally handed him the coin, he gave me a very strange smile and then said, How about you let me in the vault? My heart skipped a beat. He then gave a small laugh and said, Oh, and I’d make it worth it, too. Then my mouth opened and I said some smart-alecky comment about not wanting to go to jail tonight. Who said we’d go to jail? That’s what Mexico and Canada are for. He gave a small wave, made some inane comment about his large poker winnings tonight, and blew me a kiss.
You know, I don’t think I can handle these heart-stopping moments much longer.