'I Was a Birthday Present for an 82-Year-Old Grandmother'
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Then I’m gone.
It’s a one hundred dollar bill. And that’s 1974 money. So multiply by five. Five hundred dollars she just gave me. Plus the two hundred that was in the envelope on the fancy platter with the food. I love that. I wish all my clients would do that. An envelope. That way I don't even see the money until after the job is over. It's better that way.
I open the envelope. There's the two hundred dollars. So that's the equivalent of ï¬fteen hundred dollars to drink champagne, eat chocolate-covered strawberries, and make one pretty great grandma woman's dream come true.
America, what a country!
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