Wednesday, August 08, 2007


Tantalus' punishment [...] was to stand in a pool of water beneath a fruit tree with low branches. Whenever he reached for the fruit, the branches raised his intended meal from his grasp. Whenever he bent down to get a drink, the water receded before he could get any.

As you can clearly see in the picture on the left, the "mystery money" I told you about last Friday is still there, unclaimed, in the toilet. Not only that, but some Samaritan has taped it to the wall of the stall, probably in the hope that the "owner" will see it and, in a rapturous fit of recognition, know it as his own long lost cash, and that will be the end of it. Really, though, I think the time for such an outcome has come and gone (just like the original possessor of the money).

You may call me a cynic, friends, but I believe this latest development is but the opening gambit in what might prove to be a long, tense battle of nerves. Only one thing is certain--somebody is going to get that fucking money. But who? I suppose only time will tell, but...

Students are off on their summer holidays, as are most teachers. The corridors are empty, the toilets unused. It's hot. I'm thirsty. Nobody would know (would they?). I grow weary...


  1. How I would love to do something like that here. But you know it would disappear with the next dumpster.

  2. Glenn, I can't see it lasting more than a few seconds anywhere in Canada, either...

  3. I find refreshing and surprising there's still so much good faith in the world.

    It won't benefit the owner, I know, but it may mean the end of the world is not right around the corner yet.

  4. Usual Stuff,
    All cynicism aside, I agree with you. The money was still there today...