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There's that wonderful sense of humor Mr. B. has. That's just one of his many fine qualities! :) If I remember correctly though, he actually keeps his money between his mattress and box springs! :p:p:p

 

TruHart1 :cool:

 

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When I was younger I used to stash money in my books, to prvent my sister from "borrowing" and not repaying back.

I forgot all about a few of them, until I was packing them up for a move.. was ooh! money.. ohh! money... ooh money! (have to say it like james woods on family guy episode) :)

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good idea because this isn't available to us...

 

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Ugh.. nothing worse then being handed money from a very large woman who reaches in her bra, digs around for a minute, and hands you a handful of wet, soggy bills. o_O:eek::eek:

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Ugh.. nothing worse then being handed money from a very large woman who reaches in her bra, digs around for a minute, and hands you a handful of wet, soggy bills. o_O:eek::eek:

 

would you take it from here?

 

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would you take it from here?

 

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yes. 1. the money is in a sealed plastic bag, and therefore is not wet or soggy.

2. that water does not contain sewage or human body waste.

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I actually do use a sugar bowl ... a lovely Cobalt Blue thing that I got from the Smithsonian years ago. Sugar, creamer, and a lovely Pitcher.

 

That, and a cobalt Ginger jar, that I first saw my sophomore year in a shop in Boston ( for you locals: On Fairfield or Gloucester, between Newbury and Boylston). It was $25, and I bought it eight years later, as a gift from Medical School. I'd like it to contain my ashes when I shuffle off this mortal coil. I wish I had a photo.

 

They are both dark enough as to not see what's actually in them ...

 

Other alternatives are my Fraternity Mug and my mother's Urn, but the latter is (a) sealed and (b) repugnant to other people.

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Ugh.. nothing worse then being handed money from a very large woman who reaches in her bra, digs around for a minute, and hands you a handful of wet, soggy bills.

An advantage, which I had not hitherto considered, of having polymer bank notes in Australia!

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For reasons which are long and complicated, I had about $100, ooo in my home for about 6 months. To some of you, I am sure that is tip money, but for me it was a whole lot of sweat and toil. I got a roll of Christmas wrapping paper which had a plastic cover on each end. I put all the money in there and put the roll in a trunk with all my other Christmas stuff and a few other rolls of wrapping paper. The trunk went in the attic closet and was closed not locked. Also in that closet was a bunch of other decorations for Thanksgiving and Halloween which had been used to decorate a first grade classroom. I have no idea if this was a great spot or it was just that no one was looking. In any case, it remain undisturbed for the full six months. I did put a small piece of paper on top of the closet door which fell off when the door was opened. The paper was never disturbed, so I never checked the money.

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My cash is in my wallet and doesn't stay there long. I rarely carry much in the way of cash. The odds of being robbed are much greater than of crimes such as assault or rape, so I've always felt a bit paranoid about carrying large amounts of cash and used to make a conscious effort to get any large sums of cash out of my purse as soon as possible. That meant putting the envelope down on a table as soon as I arrived for my first overnight because I didn't want it on me when we went out. Which, given that I'd be in the escort's company, was probably silly.

 

Hiring for extended periods has largely led me to overcome these fears. I'm no longer as self-conscious and don't think about the fact I'm carrying a large wad, so to speak. :eek: Next time around -- a 24-hour hire -- I walked around Manhattan with an envelope of cash tucked away in an inside pocket of my purse and had to remember to hand it over before hour 24.

 

I used to drive my ex crazy because I don't embrace the concept of mad money. I embrace the concept of "as long as the car runs, I can always go to the ATM" or get cash back from most store purchases.

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During the last remodel, the contractor was a struggling young man, cute as a button as were most of his crew, I think secretly I was hoping to get laid.. (they all turned out to be ass holes) but that's for another show. At any rate, he needed to be paid in cash, every few days just to make payroll. I ended up keeping large sums of cash in the house. I put the money in a box of dog biscuits, and then put the biscuits and the dog in a bedroom when I wasn't there. I came home on more than one occasion with them telling me how the dog tried to bite them...exactly!!....apparently my plan was working.

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During the last remodel, the contractor was a struggling young man, cute as a button as were most of his crew, I think secretly I was hoping to get laid.. (they all turned out to be ass holes) but that's for another show. At any rate, he needed to be paid in cash, every few days just to make payroll. I ended up keeping large sums of cash in the house. I put the money in a box of dog biscuits, and then locked the dog in the room when I wasn't there. I came home on more than one occasion with them telling me how the dog tried to bite them...exactly!!....apparently my plan was working.

 

Assholes or bad at their jobs? There's a difference, although I realize to a disgruntled homeowner the difference may be subtle.

 

My ex suffered through an incompetent work crew at my former abode while getting the place ready to sell. I'm so glad I wasn't there for that. Just the paint fumes alone would have forced me to go somewhere else for the day.

 

/diversion over

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Assholes or bad at their jobs? There's a difference, although I realize to a disgruntled homeowner the difference may be subtle

 

/diversion over

 

Well a little of both. Assholes and incompetent. He was new, and I was his first major remodel, so he was not flush with cash and it was literally week to week. As the job progressed, he began to realize that his profit margin was shrinking because his crew was incompetent and he had bid the job wrong. Toward the end he began to blame me and we ended up barely speaking. The last week, while he was touching up, I paid his fee and kicked him out. So yes in my book, contractors are right up there with tow truck drivers and meter maids (sorry..meter people) ;)

 

So it was lesson learned....next go round, I won't hire for the abs and pecs, and I will hire some crusty old man who has been around for like a 100 years. :D

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I put several hundred dollars in my shoe once while visiting NYC for "safekeeping. Not smart, it turned out. My shoe stash slipped my mind and when I by chance stopped to try on some shoes at a store, my bankroll apparently flipped out under the chair. I didn't buy the shoes, but soon left to meet friends at Rockefeller Center. When I reached for my bankroll, I realized what had happened. I raced back to find my salesman and found that he "suddenly had gotten sick and had to go home."

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I put several hundred dollars in my shoe once while visiting NYC for "safekeeping. Not smart, it turned out. My shoe stash slipped my mind and when I by chance stopped to try on some shoes at a store, my bankroll apparently flipped out under the chair. I didn't buy the shoes, but soon left to meet friends at Rockefeller Center. When I reached for my bankroll, I realized what had happened. I raced back to find my salesman and found that he "suddenly had gotten sick and had to go home."

 

That idea to put my money in my shoe was presented to me on my very first visit to NYC. I was staying with a friend who had moved to Staten Island for a job and he said my cash would be safer that way. I wondered, but like the good and naïve country mouse I was, I tried it. It was not at all comfortable for me so I ended up just keeping a $20 bill in my shoe for emergencies in case I got mugged and survived. HA! I never had anything like that happen to me although I did keep having out-of-town tourists approach me with questions on how to get to...whatever landmark or particular famous restaurant! This was before smart phones or GPS were so prevalent!

 

After that first visit, I never worried about hiding my bankroll! One time in Brooklyn after I got off the subway, very late, around 1 am, I was approached by a punk-looking kid. My mind was imagining all sorts of scary assault possibilities. He asked if I had change for a twenty and my deer in the headlights response to him was that no, I didn't have change and then I tried to prove it by taking out my billfold and showing him that ALL I had was about ten $20 bills. Talk about stupid human tricks! I was lucky, however, and he simply thanked me and moved on! o_O

 

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One time in Brooklyn after I got off the subway, very late, around 1 am, I was approached by a punk-looking kid. My mind was imagining all sorts of scary assault possibilities. He asked if I had change for a twenty and my deer in the headlights response to him was that no, I didn't have change and then I tried to prove it by taking out my billfold and showing him that ALL I had was about ten $20 bills. Talk about stupid human tricks! I was lucky, however, and he simply thanked me and moved on! o_O

 

TruHart1 :cool:

 

You were protected by your own innocence!

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