A wallet full of only two-dollar bills

A wallet full of two-dollar bills is like carrying around a wallet of joy. People get excited with unexpected encounters of two-dollar bills, and for some people it's just the regular course. The two-dollar adventure unfolds many personality traits.

First I walk into my bank and deposit a check like normal. After taking care of official adult business, the cashier asks the typical "is there anything else I can do for you today, Mr. Maldre?" For all those times I've been asked that question, I finally have a "yes" reply, and this time the request is a fun one!

"Actually, I would like to take all the money in my wallet," as I pause while I notice that the cashier is starting to smile now, "and convert it it all into two-dollar bills.

She doesn't even flinch! "Ok. You have 95 dollars here." She takes my money, and walks into the back room, like this a normal occurance.

She's disappeared into the back room for a few minutes while I imagine the conversation happening between bankers in the secret room. "We just don't carry that many two-dollar bills! What kind of request is this? Nobody asks for these except for grandmas wanting only a few for their grandkids!"

After a few minutes she finally comes out with a big fat wad of two-dollar bills. First she counts them to herself, and then she says, "let me double-check" as she goes to the bill counter and it rapidly counts through the bills. I can now tell that she is having fun with this, because she is taking extra care with my request by double-counting.

She comes up to me and starts the routine by placing each bill on the counter one-by-one while she continues to count through them. Two. Four. Six. Eight. Ten. Twelve.... Thirty-four.... Thirty-six... She does get a bit slower when she reaches the seventies. I guess the odd number paired with counting evens can be confusing.

I am giggling the entire time she is counting--and several times I wished I had my video camera, each time realizing, duh, this is a bank. You can't just videotape in here. But oh, this was too classic.

Ninety. Ninety-two. Ninety-four. and one. for Ninety-five. She hands me the big wad of two-dollar bills. I jam them into my naked wallet. As I try to fold the wallet in half, it's now a George Caztanza-style wallet. So fat and bulging, it's absolutely ridicululous trying to carry this in my back pocket. But I do so anyways for the kicks of it.

First place to spend the two-dollar bill? Sportmart. To get my baseball to have everyone I know sign. And wouldn't you know it? They have baseballs there for two bucks. Perfect!

The cashier rang up my ball, and I go into my wallet and pull out a crisp two-dollar bill. The cashier was astonished, "Are you sure you want to spend this?" I showed him the inside of my wallet. "Look inside, I just went to the bank and exchanged out ALL my money for two-dollar bills. I certainly have plenty." This cashier dude was so excited to have a two-dollar bill, he asked his boss (who was standing right there) if he could exhange it out with his own money (his boss did). Then the other three cashiers were all curious and came over to see what was happening. They all found it very amusing and we swapped two-dollar bill stories.

Having been very pleased with this reaction, I headed over to McDonalds with the plan of spending TWO, yes TWO, two-dollar bills. Surely I would get TWICE the excitement. I hand the cashier the two two-dollar bills. And she doesn't flinch. I'm thinking, "what! i just handed you TWO two-dollar bills. I'm SURE this has never happened to you before." Ah well.

Recently I handed the cashier at Arby's THREE two-dollar bills. And she asked the other cashier, "do we take these?" WHAT!? DO YOU TAKE TWO-DOLLAR BILLS!? HOW CAN YOU NOT?! That was just weird, i'm sorry. Weird.

I highly highly (yes, that's a double recommendation) anyone to exchange all your money in your wallet for two-dollar bills. It's like carrying a walletful of joy ready to unfold adventures where you'll get your two-cent's worth.