On Tuesday afternoon, I handed a check to Chuck’s Bar Mitzvah tutor at her home.
On Thursday afternoon, I walked into Serio’s Pharmacy to pick up a prescription. Serio’s is a classic, small town, locally owned pharmacy, where apparently, they know me by name.
While I was waiting for my prescription, one of the techs walked up to me and handed me a check they had found on the floor of the pharmacy.
It was the check I gave the tutor two days earlier, folded in half, with a foot print on it, but none the worse for wear.