Well, I’ve been moonlighting again for American Express’s cleverly titled Currency blog. I know. But this Christmas the Honeybee decided to ask for the first seven seasons of Grey’s Anatomy. No, not on Blue-ray DVD — she wants the whole cast to perform it live in our living room, and that ain’t cheap, folks.
Anyway, earlier this week I shared a learning experience from my younger days that just goes to show that, sometimes, I really can be as dumb as I look. Here’s a preview…
Back in my bachelor days, Saturday afternoons were intended primarily for recovering from Friday night club-hopping and allowing me to recharge my batteries so I could go out and do it all over again later that evening.
I’ll never forget one of those lazy Saturday afternoons in particular, not too long after I bought my first house. My Great Dane, Dusty, was by my side and we were both napping on the living room couch when a couple of hard raps on the front door jarred me from a gentle slumber, and set Dusty off as Great Danes are wont to do when a stranger comes a-knockin’ .
Before I go any further, let me just say that Dusty was not only a faithful companion and one of the best dogs I ever had, he was also quite possibly one of the largest Danes in America at the time. Dusty was huge even for a Dane, weighing in at 175 pounds. In fact, despite his massive weight, Dusty was actually a bit on the thin side only because his frame was so large. Dusty was so massive that every time I took him out for a walk cars would routinely pull over and people would ask to take a picture with him.
Back to my story… Anyway, upon opening the door I was greeted with a big friendly smile by a man wearing a t-shirt that had the name of my local fire department on it. He was also carrying a large fireman’s boot in his hand.
“I’m with the fire department and we’re collecting money to buy gifts for needy children during the holidays. Would you care to make a donation?”
As he said that he raised the boot in his hand and it jingled — presumably with change from the donations of my neighbors. Although I was still only half-awake, I couldn’t help but notice the boot had a couple of ten-dollar bills conspicuously hanging out of the top.
Now back then I rarely donated anything to charity but, for some strange reason, on this particular afternoon I felt as if it would be bad karma to let the fireman leave without giving him something. I mean, how could I turn my back on needy children during the holidays?
So I gave the friendly and appreciative fireman ten bucks and sent him on his way. With the fireman gone, I was only too happy to resume my Saturday afternoon nap; unfortunately, my mind wouldn’t let me…
Okay, if I show you any more, American Express will have to cancel my credit card. So for the rest of the story, as well as tips on how to do as I say and not as I do, please drop on by the Currency website and leave a comment there — I get $23,000 from American Express every time somebody writes in to say something about my article. Actually, not really, but I can dream. There I go again, off on a tangent.
Oh, and if you happen to know how I can get in contact with the agents for the cast of Grey’s Anatomy, please, drop me a line.