Mame wrote:Gus, they won't fit into parking meters or vending machines so they're not going to do me much good. Got any other kind of currency?
I wouldn't have thought there'd be parking meters and vending machines where you are, Mame, but I guess that's government and commerce for you.
Fella I heard of one time got him a job way up in the back hills of Arkansas cutting pine trees. He worked about a month and then decided he didn't like and he went to the boss and said "Boss, I quit and you can pay me off right now." The boss said "Okay." and he went around the back of his desk and fiddled with a key in a drawer for a minute and then brought out a really nice mink skin. "There you go, " he said, "and good luck to you."
Fella looks at the mink skin and says "Well, what's this?"
Boss says "Well, up here, that's what we use for money."
"Okay, then," says the fella and he gets his stuff and heads on down the road.
He walks about five miles and sees a place that says "Eat Here." so he goes in and orders up a breakfast of hash browns, nearly burned bacon and three eggs over easy. Oh, and biscuits and gravy. And coffee.
He finishs it all off and go up to the counter to pay.
Says "I want to pay for that breakfast." and he gets out the mink skin and lays it on the counter.
Fella behind the counter looks at the minkskin and then he looks at the fella. He picks up the minkskin and blows the fur back on it then reachs down behind the counter and pulls out two rabbit hides and four squirrel skins for change.
Joe(wish I had my banjo with me.)Nation