I was paid mostly in one dollar bills from the Friday gig. This made a stack/wad of money almost two inches thick. So we went Saturday morning shopping at the garden store to thin out the wallet. Candy, my wife, said she wanted to look around while I checked out. I think she was a bit embarrassed by all those one dollar bills. There was a young lady at the counter . I pulled out this wad of cash that looked like thousands of dollars. "Wow, where did you get so many one dollar bills at?" she asked. "My wife is an exotic dancer and she did pretty good last night." I answered. She gave me a "Deer in the headlights stare". I felt a tap on my shoulder. Oh Hi Candy. The clerk asked her," Are you going to kill him here or wait till you get him home. I jumped in with"Don't be mad Sugar, she doesn't go to our Church, so your secret is safe." Then I told the clerk she might look a little rough now, but you put a little makeup on her and stick her on a pole ... I winked and gave a thumbs up. Candy says, " I'll wait till I get him home. It might take a while because I'm going to kill him REAL slow."
