to lose twenty pounds

I've gained twenty pounds before, I've spent twenty pounds, I've eaten twenty pounds, and god knows I've drank twenty pounds. But never, until tonight, have I lost twenty pounds. Perhaps it's my niavity, maybe I'm just too nice, maybe I was just drunk, but he got me.

"Do you have change for a twenty?"
"no"
"Are you sure? I really need to catch that..."
"pretty sure, but lets see... I have fifteen... and seventeen... nineteen... fifty... ninety..."
"Oh that'll do"
I hand him the change, he hands me the "twenty". But just as he handed me the "money" I noticed something. It didn't feel right and I didn't see the sparkle of the security band. Before I could look up he was gone. On closer inpection there was no hollogram, or watermark either. I'd been had.

At first I was mad, but that quickly dissapated. More was that I felt stupid, but still wiser for the experience. The bill will be pinned to my board as a stern reminder of the pitfalls of curtesy and kindness. Possibly I could try to rationalize it that it was surely someone more sorely off then myself that took advantage of my trusting nature and that my money will actually do more good then contribute to my future cerosis(never mind the spelling, I'm too lazy/drunk to care) but really it will probably only contribute to someone elses liver problems. I wish I could promise that it won't happen again, but I refuse to compromise my ideals of humanity. I prefer to remain nieve and be fleeced then to grow calous and lose my humanity/maners.