Saturday night I was picking up Indian food for the family. As I got out of my car in the Tandoor Kitchen parking lot, I noticed seven crisp dollar bills strewn about the asphalt. My heart skipped a beat.
It was only as I knelt down to collect the cash that I realized my unbridled excitement was abnormal. When I was earning a paycheck, this would have been an insignificant event, an extra Sicilian slice of pizza at the Sbarro’s across the street from my Time Square apartment.
But it has been seven month’s since I’ve earned a dollar. I make no exaggeration when I say that seven dollars is the most money I’ve made in all that time.
Seven bucks and a Chicken Tikka Masala…not a bad Saturday night.