Me and Eddie Templeton were walking down the street, and shooting the breeze when--wait, have I introduced you to Eddie Templeton yet? You know Eddie, don't you? He just got his fifteenth ticket for parking in a handicapped space, remember? Let me quote him:
"I don't know what the hell's the matter with that cop! I told him I've got Premature Hunch Elbow!"
Anyway, me and Eddie were walking down the street, and he fell behind me for a moment.
I turned around. "Huh?"
"You dropped a quarter."
He picked it up and handed it to me.
"Thanks," I said.
I continued walking.
"Say, Eddie," I said. "What say you and I go over to the Looking-Glass Cafe and see if Garret and Marty's there?"
Eddie didn't answer.
I turned back around. Eddie was way behind me, still at the spot where I dropped my quarter. His arms were folded, and he was tapping his foot. He had an expectant look on his face.
I walked back over to him.
"Eddie," I said. "What gives?"
"I'm waiting," he said.
"Waiting? Waiting for what?"
"I'm waiting for God to shower me with fame and fortune and all the sex I can handle as reward for the good, just, and selfless deed I just performed."
He looked up toward the sky and started snapping his fingers.
I handed him my quarter.
"Here," I said. "I think you need this more than I do."