Monday, June 19, 2017

Don't Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor...Dollars Yearning To Be Spent

Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is declaring war on you folks who can't take care of your money!

I do NOT want to be the customer after you in the gas station chicken store, getting your tired old dollars in my change. Dollars should not be damp to the touch. I don't know if you've spilled your 44 oz Diet Coke on them at the register, or just removed them from your shoe, sock, bra, or thong. NO! Just no.

Also, I do not want my change all creased at various cattywompus angles. A dollar bill should be carried in the pocket, folded in half. And not the long way, either! Not like you're going to tuck it in some stripper's g-string if you can lure her off the pole. Folded in half. Kept unwrinkled. That's how it should be.

It is SO difficult for Mrs. Hillbilly Mom to handle her change if the cashier lays one of those crinkly dollar bills that have been wadded up all willy-nilly across her palm. And then dumps on the coins. Very hard to handle that avalanche-wanna-being pile of change while trying to stuff it in her pants pocket, her other hand busy with a 44 oz Diet Coke, scratch-off tickets, and a white paper sack containing a small mashed potatoes and gravy for Farmer H.

Besides, it is SO hard to force that crumpledbillskin into a slot machine accepter. Not that dollars are Mrs. HM's denomination of choice, mind you.

FOLD YOUR MONEY, people! Fold it right, or don't fold it at all!


Sioux Roslawski said...

HM--You would not be happy going to the casino with me, because my money is always wadded up, origami-style--in my pocket or purse.

Hillbilly Mom said...

WAIT! If you are going to GIVE me that origami money (heh, heh, I just typed "miney" for money) at the casino, then you can crimp it up like corrugated cardboard for all I care!

I could still take you along, though, and use you for weirdo bait while you people-watch and I gamble unmolested. I know Linda would work better as a No-Pest Strip, but I think you are no stranger to the weirdos yourself.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

I deal with all manner of money here in the campground. A lot of it is wet, but it is wet from the pool. Better than ashtray coins.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Wet from the pool. Uh huh. You go on believing that, dear.