Upon entering a small rural gas station for a soft drink and a pack of nabs, I noticed this sign on the entry door. Down here in the sunny south, a lot of little old ladies and other folks seem to wear clothing without pockets. And to sometimes hide money from others while keeping it secure, places on or very near the human body are sometimes utilized as storage places. This store owner obviously does not like warm money or wet money.
Several times in my career, I have been paid cash when a job is complete and I deliver the survey plat along with an invoice for my work. "Just a minute," I am told, and the little old lady modestly turns around and digs around in her top to retrieve cash money. The first time it happened to me, I was shocked! :woot: As she counted out the money, I noticed that the bills were still warm from their hiding place. 😀 My emotions ran from surprise at the retrieval method to satisfaction of being paid in cash to a lot of other emotions in between.
If $20 bills could talk, what stories they could probably tell! I am sure that quite a few of them have been secured by garters or G-strings while others were hidden in the pages of the family bible or placed in a shoebox in the back of the closet. Recently, the bills paid for a job smelled like an old steel storage vault, evidently money that had been saved and stored for years. I had some that smelled like wood, like an old wooden container of some sort. Others smelled like ladies perfume, and still others smelled and looked worn out. I personally like the new crispy ones from the bank that have never been folded an are really flat.
Ol' Ben on a new $100 bill never looked any better! B-)
Several times lady clients have paid in cash that they had retrieved from the nether world under their clothing.
Having an envelope in hand is a plus.
As long as it is green and real, it all spends the same no matter where it came from.
Ever since I gave in to technology and got a debit card I hardly touch real money at all, if ever.
I should have given in long ago.
Cash. That's real money. Anything else is no better than Monopoly money.
I'm with him on the whole "sock money" thing; however, in certain cases, I am more than willing to make an exception on the "boob money" issue 😀
Speaking of cash, I got to thinking about this whole ebola thing. They all want to track exposed persons but what about their paper money? Seems like that would be near impossible to keep up with if it could carry the virus. I thought the same thing about the anthrax fiasco a few years back, that if someone really wanted to distribute something to the masses, that would be a way to do it.
I have a friend who puts her cell phone in between. She has plenty of hiding space, and when we happen to meet and spend a few minutes talking or working together, I keep my fingers crossed, hoping that she will get a telephone call! :hi5:
> ... I keep my fingers crossed, hoping that she will get a telephone call!
Seems to me a guy with a make-things-happen attitude and a cell phone could make that phone ring on command.
I have a buddy who most would consider a germophobe. Back when AIDS started getting famous he would always make sure his shoe laces were tucked in whenever he went to a public restroom, thus not being able to touch the ground which possibly contained AIDS virus bugs. Obviously, he would wash his hands well and open the door with a paper towel which got dropped on the floor upon exit.
We still make fun of him, but it's good fun. But we can't let him see us "double dip" into the sauce or he'll toss it out or not eat any more
