Good Samaritan, Sam I Am

Well, I've been staring at the damn five-dollar bill taped to the computer for several days now. I had all kinds of ideas of what to do with it:

• copy it and start my own counterfeit operation
• go back to McDonald's and buy something with it (after all, they gave it, why shouldn't they take it?)
• see if I could deposit it in my bank account
• give it to the delivery guy last night

I had it wadded in my hand, all ready to palm it off and slam the door, but in the end I couldn't. Even though he could probably take the financial hit better than I (after all, he's a delivery man not a writer), I did the only decent thing: I tore it up.

Yes, mom and dad, you raised me well. You can stop saying novenas; I turned out okay (and five dollars poorer).