I have one hand in my pocket
I rarely carry cash around (as evident by the many lunches I owe coworkers) and often times find bones of it in pockets. Tonight as I threw on my jacket from last years cold spell I found a bill wrapped around the inner chest pocket. Like a time capsule my mind raced to when the green had found its way in there. The times are so rare that I carry money that it shouldn’t be hard to recall the exact moment. ...