Elusive Currency and Vacuum Cleaner Salesmen

In my last post (Facebook Groups and Weddings) I mentioned a $6 rum and Coke I had at a wedding. I paid with a twenty. When the bartender handed me my change, he gave me a $2 bill. What the hell is this, Monopoly? I hate when people give me rare currency. It just doesn't feel real to me. The $2 bill, the $1 coins and the dreaded Canadian quarter are the worst things that can happen to you in any financial situation.

I've completely lost my train of thought, and I don't think I can regain it until I explain how it got lost. I was sitting here typing when the doorbell rang. Amy Jo was expecting someone to come by so I didn't even look before I opened the door. Imagine my surprise to see a different guy standing at my doorstep. He explained to me that they were offering to vacuum a room to get people's opinions about the new Kirby vacuum. If I didn't like the vacuum I would get $10 just for them wasting my time. For a moment, I thought I had opened a door to the past and that it outside my house it was 1950 and I had encountered a legitimate door-to-door vacuum salesman. The general shadiness of the situation was compounded by the fact that he didn't have a vacuum with him. As you may imagine, I declined his offer. So needless to say, I've completely forgotten what I wanted to say about currency. Now all I can think about is vacuums.