“The angel who is bringing me money stops for a beer.”
Thus does Mr. Doyle begin the story of his personal financial equilibrium.
“Seinfeld,” he explains, “has a belief that in the end, you end up even. For instance, if he were to lose twenty bucks on the subway on the way to work, somehow, by the end of the day, somebody will come to him and say: ‘Seinfeld, I’ve got twenty dollars worth of comp tickets. Take them!’”
“I thought about that for a while,” Mr. Doyle says, “and I realized I’ve always had a similar superstition about my life and it goes like this:
On his way out of Heaven, the angel who is bringing me money stops in some celestial bar for a beer.
And he says to the bartender, ‘I can’t stay for long because Doyle’s got money coming and I gotta take him the money.’
Now somewhere down the bar somebody pipes up.
‘Doyle? That bum? He owes me money, and I just finished my beer.’
So that angel comes down from Heaven too and it now it becomes a race. Often I won’t know which angel arrives on earth first—the one who is bringing me the bill or the one who is bringing me the money to pay the bill. Sometimes they arrive practically together; sometimes one is pathetically late. But I’ve noticed that their arrivals are twin events, and if just one angel shows up, I can be certain that the other will be along shortly. It’s gotta be celestial. It must be angels. And I believe in it.”
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The Angel Who Stops For A Beer
Thus does Mr. Doyle begin the story of his personal financial equilibrium.
“Seinfeld,” he explains, “has a belief that in the end, you end up even. For instance, if he were to lose twenty bucks on the subway on the way to work, somehow, by the end of the day, somebody will come to him and say: ‘Seinfeld, I’ve got twenty dollars worth of comp tickets. Take them!’”
“I thought about that for a while,” Mr. Doyle says, “and I realized I’ve always had a similar superstition about my life and it goes like this:
On his way out of Heaven, the angel who is bringing me money stops in some celestial bar for a beer.
And he says to the bartender, ‘I can’t stay for long because Doyle’s got money coming and I gotta take him the money.’
Now somewhere down the bar somebody pipes up.
‘Doyle? That bum? He owes me money, and I just finished my beer.’
So that angel comes down from Heaven too and it now it becomes a race. Often I won’t know which angel arrives on earth first—the one who is bringing me the bill or the one who is bringing me the money to pay the bill. Sometimes they arrive practically together; sometimes one is pathetically late. But I’ve noticed that their arrivals are twin events, and if just one angel shows up, I can be certain that the other will be along shortly. It’s gotta be celestial. It must be angels. And I believe in it.”
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