Money swirl / Redemoinho de dinheiro

Meu pai gosta de andar com dinheiro vivo no bolso. Diferente de mim, que gosto mesmo é de um cartão de crédito, ele vive com o bolso cheio de notas.
Semana passada, a caminho de Flagstaff, paramos num posto de gasolina.
Eu olho pro meu carro , e vejo aquela zona. Copos sujos, garrafas vazias, papeis de chocolate. pego a lixarada toda e quando me dou conta, meu pai está num redemoinho de dinheiro.
Quando ele tirou a jaqueta do carro para vesti-la, as notas caíram do bolso, e saíram voando pelo ar.
Eu não sabia se jogava o lixo no chão, se saia correndo atrás do dinheiro, se sentava na sarjeta e chorava.
Por sorte, uns bons samaritanos saíram correndo, cada um tentando pegar as notas que podiam. Eu saí do meu transe (e educada que sou) saí pisando nas notas no chão ( sem largar o lixo).
No fim do carnaval, conseguimos recuperar todas as notas.
Pai de sorte esse meu!!!


My dad likes to have cash on his pocket.
Last week, when we were travelling in to Flagstaff, he took his jacket out of the car at the petrol station and when i looked, all I saw was a swirl of money with him inside.
I was cleaning my car, and had dirty Starbucks cups, empty water bottles and chocolate wraps in my hands.
Before I could get out of trance, there were a few strangers helping him recover his notes. I finally got into action and without dropping the rubbish ( why?? why??), stepped on a few notes I could get on the floor.
My dad is a lucky man. Between the two of us and the kind strangers, he managed to recover all his cash!