Overheard
There's a foreclosed property auction going on today in the county. My desk is in the tax office, so I hear about these things. People have been coming in this afternoon to put down payments.
Cash Man: (looking at other guy) You must be from the new school.
Other Guy: Huh?
Cash Man: (points to the pile of cash he's placed on the counter) I'm from the old school myself.
Other Guy: (sheepish) Oh, yeah, my wife won't let me carry that much cash around!
Cash Man: (riffling bills) Mine wouldn't either, but she's dead!
Other Guy: Heh... heh.
Cash Man: (adjusts cowboy hat, goes on to riff about how his kids want him dead so's they can take his money to pay off their cars and RVs)