the other day i found a brown paper bag filled with $800 in twenty dollar bills and a receipt with the name of a shopping center printed on it and the name: chow on the bottom. I knew i needed to return the money and i set out to find the owner who i thought must be mr or mrs chow some where in that shopping center. when i got there i went shop by shop looking for the owner. i asked a lot of people if they knew who chow was. finally someone told me to go to a bakery shop on the second floor of the run down shopping strip. there he was. mr chow smiled happily when i gave him the paper bag with $800 in it. but when i told him that there was $800 in there he started shouting and screaming at me in both english and chinese calling me thief since he had lost $820 and demanded where was his missing $20. i did not know what to say. i had not taken his money. he told me that he was going to call the police and then stepped off to the back office to make the call. I got up went behind the counter took the brown bag and the money and walked out and left the shopping strip. I then took the money to the omaha food bank and gave it to them. i was so angry with mr chow that i nearly went back to beat the crap out of him and turn him into a shiny black man instead of a china man that he was. but to hell with mr chow. he was not worth it. some times no matter how hard you try to do good or be nice some people go out of their way to be a ass and kick you in the face.
