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Show S f "Tj I JUST STUFF 4 I I wouldn't really say that money J burns a hole in my pocket, but I : will go so far as to say that it does smolder quite a bit. I'm like everyone else. I like money. I didn't realize they made bills larger than twenties. In my book, twenties are hard enough to come by, and when I have one, breaking I it is the last thing I want to do. Once it's a ten and two fives, or a ; bunch of ones, it's a goner. I can hang on to a ten dollar bill ; a lot longer than I can a five spot and a whole lot longer than I can ; ten ones. A ten dollar bill represents a tidy sum of money. 5 I guess one dollar bills are what is meant when they refer to disposable income. I tend to dispose of one dollar bills in a hurry. And small change is even worse! I could go through a fortune ; being penney-enneyed on things n that aren't tinker's tid bit to me. Take the other day, for instance. ; I had to run downtown to pick 6 something up at the corporate office. I was just going to run in, so I parked out front I didn't want a ticket so I fed the parking meter two dimes and a nickel. After I picked up the information, I needed to drop it in I the mail. No satmp. I stopped at one of those stamp vending : machines and bought one. There went another 22 cents. When I got back to the office I was in dire need of a Snickers. Tinkle, tinkle, I dropped the 45 cents into the candy bar machine, without giving it a second thought. I had a quick salad for lunch and left 50 cents on the table for a tip. As I was closing my purse, I noticed that I had two quarters and a dime left in my wallet. I was safe. I still had enough for the Diet Coke I knew I would need to get me through the afternoon. About two thirty one of the gals from down the hall poked her head in my office. "You don't by chance have a dime I can borrow, do you?" "Sure," I said, reaching for my coin purse. The two quarters were still tucked away. It was mid afternoon, time to make my afternoon rounds. With my coins in hand, I headed for the soda pop machine, by way of the little girls room. I stopped to powder my nose and take care of a few other little chores. As I reached to flush the commode, I heard a tinkle, tinkle splash, and I looked down just in time to see my last two quarters fall from my pocket, land in the pot and be swooshed away in a flash with my flush. I had been nickeled dimed clear out of my Diet Coke. |