[ WP ] You buy a jar . Then you find out that everytime you swear , a dollar appears inside it .

It was a pretty normal day for me. I was running around my house trying not to be late. It helps that i know where everything in my apartment was. I had just enough time to grab my bag and my keys, maybe lock my front door if i remember it on the way out. Keys are one the table by the front door. I have to remember that. I check my pockets to make sure i have everything else i need; phone, wallet, and now the keys. A quick step out the front door rewards me with a little bit of pain in my toe as something rattles across the floor into the opposite wall. 
 
 
 `` Fuck. What was that?'' I glance down and notice for the first time a jar. A jar with a dollar in it. The word swear is written on a white sheet of paper practical laminated onto the jar with packing tape. I dont really give it much extra thought as i turn to lock my front door. Must have been one of the neighbors that heard me getting made at one of my games last night. 
 `` Fuck'em if they ca n't take a litle extra noise'' with the door fully locked i turn back around and give the jar a second look to see if the writing on the side matched one of my neighbor's writing. The writing is neat almost printed, though quite clearly written with maybe a sharpie or something. The writting almost matches the font of the two dollars that are in the jar. Weird it has n't moved since i kicked it so a new prospective of the contents is a little too difficult to explain. I glance up and down the hall to see if anyone might be watching. 
 
 
 `` This is fucking stupid. Why a swear jar and not a note to keep it down or something?'' I'm mostly mumbling to myself as i glance around. The jar is trash and should be thrown away. Im an asshole, but not a scumbag. I bend over and pick up the jar. With a little shake i notice my count must have been off. There are three bills. All ones. I counted them right the first time, im positive. I cram my hand in the jar and pull out the three bills and stuff them into my pocket. 
 `` This is a stupid fucking prank, but at least i get a shitty soda out of it.'' I dont know why i keep mumbling to myself out loud. `` Dumbass assholes.'' I start walking the jar down stair to the trash can waiting on the first floor. I walk down the two flights of stairs, my morning rush kind of numbed thanks to the weird jar on my door step. I approach the trash can as i go to leave and i give the jar one last look as it starts to fly into the can. More dollars. The jar hits with a solid thump as i reach my hand into my pocket. Three dollars. I emptied the jar up stairs. It was empty last i looked. My morning plays in my head. It has to be a coincidence that the dollars are equal to how much i cursed this morning. I meant if you count dumbass. I pause for what felt like a moments. I think through everything. Theres only one way to figure this out i guess. 
 
 
 `` Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Ass. Fuck. Fuck. Motherfuck. Cucksucker.'' I let a string of obscenities fly out of my mouth. Caution to the wind. 
 
 
 `` Shit! Fuck! I forgot to count. Fuck I'm an idiot. Fuck! Start counting! Whats it been like 20?'' I take a deep breath to calm myself. And i finally peak into the trash can. Nestled snugly on top of crumpled papers and bags and someones old lo mein rests a jar with more than a hand full of bills in it. 
 
 
 With a quick look around i roll up one of my sleeves. `` This is fucking stupid, but there's no way im passing up a jar like this bullshit if I'm not fucking crazy right now. I should have bought wet naps or something because the dickhead who put that lo mein in there dirtied my fucking jar.'' A slow stream of curses leave my mouth as i reach for the jar. My fingers brush the edge of a paper filled jar. I ca n't help but smile for the first time this week
