MUTILATED MONEY

My younger cousin Kenny and I once made a bet about who would be taller when we each turned 21 years old. I won, but then we made another bet – will I still be taller when I am 50, or will I bend over and shrink? Thinking I might not win the bet, I started saving beat up, mangled, mutilated coins. This way, if I lost, I could at least have fun paying Kenny with ugly money. Actually, though, lots of ugly things together can be beautiful. Now my mutilated money looks pretty to me and if I lose the bet, I’ll pay off with a check.

This quarter was painted red for “free game night” at an amusement park. They gave away quarters so people could play the games for free, and painted them red so you couldn’t spend them on other stuff.