The ATM machine began dispensing twenties... spewing them into the air. She stood there mesmerized as they danced in the wind, gusts lifting them towards the brilliant blue sky and then stopping to let the green bills drift, only to be caught by another gust.
She watched passersby reach and grasp for the elusive bills … some scurrying away with their new found bits of wealth.
“hmm” … she thought, turning back to her tuna salad. “I’d hate to have to explain to the boss how I lost the ATM funds … and I think my job is tough.”
Peace, love & paper