Making Amends
Carlos opened his locker, placed his things on the bench, and hurriedly toweled himself dry and got dressed. Crap, I’m going to be late for work again. I hope the bus comes on time. He quickly put on his shoes, grabbed his backpack, and headed out of the gym. By some stroke of luck, the bus arrived after two minutes. He took a seat towards the middle, happy that the bus was oddly half-empty this morning. He didn’t feel like reading or writing today, so he stared out the window and watched the city pass by while his eyes got heavy. I need a new job. Life shouldn’t be like this. He looked at his phone and was pleased to see that he’d likely be on time today. He decided to get a few pages of reading done, so he unzipped his bag to pull out his book. It was not there. Neither were any of his things. He zipped the bag back up, thinking that he was half asleep or dreaming. He shook his head and took a deep breath. He opened the bag again and saw the same stacks of money. He looked around the bus to see if anyone was watching. No one was looking in his direction. Am I rich?
