From: "Fall, Brigid" <Brigid.Fall-AT-TOLEDOLIBRARY.ORG>
To: "puptcrit-AT-puptcrit.org" <puptcrit-AT-puptcrit.org>
Date: Fri, 6 Nov 2009 09:37:02 -0500
Subject: Re: [Puptcrit] a crazy story


Wow, Robert!  Great story.  I'm glad the gods were smiling on you.  And let that be a lesson to us all!

Brid in Toledo 


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From: puptcrit-bounces-AT-puptcrit.org [puptcrit-bounces-AT-puptcrit.org] On Behalf Of Robert Rogers [robertrogers-AT-robertrogerspuppets.com]
Sent: Thursday, November 05, 2009 10:43 PM
To: puptcrit-AT-puptcrit.org
Subject: [Puptcrit] a crazy story

This morning I drove two & a half hours from upstate NY to NJ for a performance.  Afterward, for some unknown reason, when the presenter handed me a check, I put it in my pants pocket (a no-no).

I packed up and then drove another hour & a half to New York City to retrieve something from my parents' apartment in midtown.  By some miracle, I found a parking place & ran around the block.  I went upstairs, said "hello" and took the elevator back down.  Upon arriving in the lobby, I realized that I did not have my glasses.  I rifled through my pockets, but then remembered that they were upstairs on a table.  I scooted back up, said "good-bye" and ran out around the block to my car.

Everything was safe & sound (it's a good neighborhood), but then after fishing out my car keys, realized that the check was no longer in my pocket.  With the meter about to expire and no coins left to feed it, I jumped in the car, drove around the block, double parked, and went in my parents' building to look around.  "It must have fallen out of my pocket when I was searching for my glasses," I thought.

No such luck.  The doormen were sympathetic, my mother was in a panic, but I was cool.  "It's all my fault," I said, "I never should have put it in my pocket. I'll just have the presenter write me a new one."

Back in the car I went.  But then I wondered, "Could the check have fallen out of my pocket when I took out my keys on the sidewalk?"

I drove around the block again to where I had previously parked, and what did I find?  My check resting right there on the curb.  No breeze nor pedestrian nor pigeon had moved it from its spot.

A happy ending in New York City!  Oh, and then I drove three and a half hours home.  Tomorrow, another performance, but it's only twenty minutes away!

Robert Rogers

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