My boss found a dimebag by one of the gas pumps this morning. Apparently it fell out of someone’s car while they were fueling up.
If you think it’s yours, please send me an email (located in my blogger profile) or leave a comment here with your name, address, and telephone number. I’ll see that it gets back to you.
Thank you. And have a nice day.
R.J. Keller 
Cool, a bag of dimes. I think it’s mine. Huh…what…it’s not dimes in the bag? Oh. On second thought, I don’t think it’s mine afterall. 😉
I was thinking of dimes…then something from my misspent youth popped up in my head. Then I lived in Hawaii…. You have that in Maine???????
*snort*
LOL! Reminds me of when I was a bookkeeper for a nightclub. I was there one Saturday morning balancing receipts from the night before when one of the cleanup guys knocked on my office door to inform me that he had found a lot of cocaine in the ladies’ room. I said I’d handle the situation, but he then told me he had already cleaned it up.
Uh, okay. And you bothered to tell me all this, why?
This was the same guy who regularly took beer from the cooler when he cleaned behind the bar. Not saying there was necessarily a connection, but even when we begged him to tell us he was taking it so we could write it off, he usually wouldn’t.
Our other cleanup guy, we knew his favorite tipple and just automatically wrote off a bottle of Bacardi 151 every few weeks. No questions because none were needed.
Ah, those were the days. Not.
R.J., great post. Chad, perfect top comment.
It wasn’t mine…but maybe now it can be? 🙂