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6 October 2007 - I'm just trying to be a better person. My name is Max.

I went on one of my classic Nutella/Crunchy Nut Clusters run today to FoodTown (the conveniently named supermarket down in Auckland) and my total came to $34.60. Yes, that is a lot of Nutella. It should probably last me the weekend. So I paid with two twenties and when I got my change, I found that I had received $9 in change as opposed to $5.40.
(Sidebar re: New Zealand currency. On the long list of things that took some getting used to were the $1 and $2 coins. I come from a land that couldn't handle the Sacagawea dollar let alone the JFK half dollar, so a $2 coin is just ludicrous. The paper money down here is amazingly colorful though and has a different famous Kiwi on each bill. You've got Sir Edmund Hilary on the $5, Kate Sheppard on the $10, and that little Hobbit Rudy is on the $50).
So I can only assume that the checker grabbed two $2 coins as opposed to two 20 cent pieces. By the time I figured this out, the checkstand was already closed and I was a half mile down the street.

Now, I already know that I'm going to hell. That was determined a LOOOOOOOONG time ago, probably during that scavenger hunt when I stole a Vietnam Vet's fake leg and then used it to club baby seals up in Canada. Yeah, third grade was pretty wild. But even though there's no hope of giving St. Peter a high five, I always figured that I had good karma.

I have $3.60NZD on my conscience and it's killing me. I could easily just piss it away on Power Bars and hookers, but I need to do something positive with this gift. So I've resolved to make a difference. Maybe I'll drop it in the hat of the first hobo I see down on Queen Street, or I may use it to endow a scholarship so that inner city kids can find self esteem through orthodontics.
Other ideas include:
1) Buy trash bags and pick up garbage
2) Salvation Army
3) Keep it
4) Sponsor a poor African Child
5) Keep it
6) Drop it on the street and make someone else feel lucky
7) Put it in the church collection plate
and 8) Keep it

Any other ideas are welcome, since I'm currently leaning towards #3, 5, or 8.

-MGD
Max Davison is a Junior at Claremont McKenna College, currently majoring in Entourage and Fantasy Football. He finds it kind of funny, and he finds it kind of sad that the dreams in which he's dying are the best he's ever had.

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