…fifteen bucks. And by win I mean found.
And now an extrapolation.
I was at a nice outdoor mid-summer concert a few weeks back. I moseyed over to the dining area and (figuratively) stumbled on a five dollar bill. I then had to use the facilities so after port-a-jon’ing myself, I conveniently and thoroughly drenched the bill in the bathroom hand sanitizer. And I do mean DRENCHED. Then about ten minutes later, I noticed my hind quarters were damp; turns out I put the bill in my rear pocket, sat on it, and discovered this way that the bill was as sanitized as it was soaked. Just like my rear pant pocket. Whatever, who’s five doars richer? This guy.
I just got home from the beach here in Lake Tahoe. I administered a smashing four-plus hour ride, I luncheoned myself, did a round of stretching and found it due time to hit the beach. I swam out to the floating raft/dock dealie and bronzed myself for about eight minutes. Next, just as I was about to swim to shore, I spotted what looked like a pack of cigarettes on the lake floor beneath the dock. I love Mother Earth and dislike litter. So upon swimming to the lake’s nether depths, I was rewarded not with a pack of water logged cigarettes but rather a piece of paper worth ten dollars in American tender with Alexander Hamilton’s mug front and center.