We decided to get some food before running away; you don’t exactly get far without it. We settled on Chick-fil-A and went with the original chicken sandwich. Thankfully, I still had Grandpa Ricky’s money so I could pay for the food no problem. I know I rag on him sometimes, but he means well; it’s just that he’s long-winded.
Why do I ruin everything with my carelessness?
You should have seen the cashier’s face when I handed him money from 1956. His eyes became wide as a dinner plate, and he was about to say something to me about it before shaking his head and processing our order. I was glad he didn’t ask me about it; I wouldn’t be able to explain it decently, anyway. He probably thought I gave him counterfeit money or something. That’s the thing with time travel; the more you do it, t
