If walls could talk, I’d tell them to shut up; I’m trying to hear all about the adventures of the dollar bill…
An average, ordinary dollar bill has a story more remarkable and prolific than a human being ever could, regardless of age or experience.
The dollar bill that the little child hands to the ice cream man was once also tucked into the G-string of a stripper; thrown into the donation basket at a church; used to buy a regrettable sandwich at a rest stop; used to pay a toll; used to buy an Auntie Anne’s pretzel at the mall; found in the wallet of a dead guy; used to tip a bartender; used to tip a hair dresser; used to buy a lottery ticket; used to buy cigarettes; stolen in a robbery; used to buy crack cocaine; used to pay a baby sitter; donated to a politician; used to buy a gun; used to help the homeless; used to be exchanged for quarters so that a depressed drunk could play a game of skee-ball at a bar alone one night; etc, etc, etc…
Imagine: A person receives a dollar as change at a news stand at an airport. In a matter of hours, that dollar is the across the continent in a new city, where, maybe after only a few hours of arriving there, is spent again and given to someone else who is then on their way on a trip in an entirely different direction…
And the bill keeps traveling and traveling and traveling…
I guess you can say the story of a dollar bill is note-worthy. You guys like puns?
The journey of a dollar bill is so epic and nonstop, that if it happened to a human being, it would likely push them to the point of exhaustion and cause them to have a breakdown.
The story of just about any dollar bill is one of the greatest secrets there is and it’s right there all around us.
Think about it.
God bless you and good night.
May the universe shine it’s light upon you.
May your journey through life be a fraction as incredible and eventful as that of a dollar bill.