Two odd things found at the Arcata Marsh of a Thursday afternoon:
A federal reserve note worth ten dollars American, right in the middle of the path with no one in sight.
A malformed dog licking the crank of a partially dismantled bicycle.
Granted, it was my dog, but still…odd.
This article appears in California Renovation.
The $10 is mine. I can tell by the presence of my signature folds and how the curvature of the bill when folded matches the arc of my left buttock.
What arc? That’s one flat ass-cheek you got.
The photographic evidence shows the bill touching the ground at one edge and lifting off the ground at the other edge. The upper most layers are bending up and away from the base now that they have been relieved of the pressure of being in my back pocket.
But I thank you kindly for your interest in my physical health. My buttocks are doing fine.
The only question is how I managed to not hear the bill spring forth from its pressure hold. Perhaps it occurred when my attention was temporarily diverted toward two dogs that were chasing me. They would have torn me limb from limb had I not the good fortune of passing a bicyclist who was hurtling himself in the opposite direction as I made my escape.
I must comment at this time that your dogs look well fed in your photo.
Busted.
is that dog a crankster?
at first I thought this was a subliminal joke about getting booty in the marsh. 10 bucks for my dog to lick your crank…….sorry for my misunderstanding.