An interesting (perhaps?) story about cash:
When I was young, I was fortunate to obtain a summer internship at a famous laboratory. I was given a hotel-like room on site, which was cleaned by a maid once a week.
I was too poor or naive to have a bank account at the time, and I managed to collect my pay in cash. Being especially naive, I simply accumulated it in a little pile of 20's, which I stored out of sight on a high shelf in my room. I lived an intensely-frugal life back then, and soon it grew to be more money than I had imagined having.
One day after my room had been cleaned, I noticed that the pile had been reduced by a single $20 bill. Again being quite naive, yet somehow sure of myself that things would turn out right, I simply replaced the slightly-shorter stack on the shelf, but with an added note laid on top that said:
"That wasn't nice. Please put it back."
After the next time my room had been cleaned, I found that the stack was higher again by the missing $20, plus an extra $5. Satisfied, I proceeded to finally open a bank account.
I'm afraid I'm still somewhat naive (less so about money, at least), as I'd prefer to live my life as though the people around me will be honorable.
Now, if we knew each other better, I'd also tell the story about the janitor who worked there and his broom closet containing his little stack of, well..., that's for another day.
When I was young, I was fortunate to obtain a summer internship at a famous laboratory. I was given a hotel-like room on site, which was cleaned by a maid once a week.
I was too poor or naive to have a bank account at the time, and I managed to collect my pay in cash. Being especially naive, I simply accumulated it in a little pile of 20's, which I stored out of sight on a high shelf in my room. I lived an intensely-frugal life back then, and soon it grew to be more money than I had imagined having.
One day after my room had been cleaned, I noticed that the pile had been reduced by a single $20 bill. Again being quite naive, yet somehow sure of myself that things would turn out right, I simply replaced the slightly-shorter stack on the shelf, but with an added note laid on top that said:
"That wasn't nice. Please put it back."
After the next time my room had been cleaned, I found that the stack was higher again by the missing $20, plus an extra $5. Satisfied, I proceeded to finally open a bank account.
I'm afraid I'm still somewhat naive (less so about money, at least), as I'd prefer to live my life as though the people around me will be honorable.
Now, if we knew each other better, I'd also tell the story about the janitor who worked there and his broom closet containing his little stack of, well..., that's for another day.