It was pretty near the top of the list of things I’d like to
see when I opened my front door, stuck between ‘Naked Female Supermodels’ and ‘Truckload
Of Cider’.
It took me a minute to realise that it wasn’t snowing and
this was, indeed, money falling from the sky. After a moment to thank whoever
that it was notes rather than coins, I ran out and began to scoop it all up,
using the wheelbarrow to dump it all inside my house, assuming I had only a
moments to gather.
The hyperinflation issue never occurred to me until
afterwards.
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