Sunday, November 25, 2007

Money Droppings in Bath

We woke up on Friday around 3:pm in our lush, cosy bedroom in our beautiful house in North Devon and had breakfast in bed. We then got cleaned up and dressed and went to the stationary store in our hot tamale of a 1988 Toyota MR2. We bought a box of 500 palm-sized cards & envelopes and chatted with the clerk about the weather. We asked him if he could remember the last time he saw a bird flying around in the store and he said "No".

We let the matter drop lest he intuit our state of cannabis inspired thoughts.

We went home, happy we had found the envelopes we wanted.

10 May 1975, Milwaukee, Jeff Beck in concert, that's what we listened to as we wrote in each card: This is yours! Do Not give it to the police. Do Not ask anyone if it is theirs. IT IS YOURS! Love, your Source of Well-Being.

On each envelope we wrote: Hey You! Open me NOW!

We then inserted three folded £20 notes into each card and placed each card into an envelope.

We did not lick the envelopes to seal them, we used a postal sponge.

All in all, aside from a few distractions, the project took us about nine hours to complete.

On Saturday we loaded the pockets of our winter coats with about 200 envelopes between us and took a leisurely drive to Bath. We stopped four times along the way: Twice at Burger King and twice at roadside stands selling preserves & chestnuts.

I went into the loo at both Burger Kings and found both empty. I placed an envelope behind each toilet, one on the paper roll dispenser, and one on the floor where someone's right foot would stand (or left foot if said someone is seated). I then tossed a handful of envelopes on top of the heap of the overflowing rubbish bin. I used my foot to push the heap down a bit.

My wife put a small stack of envelopes on each sink in the women's loo.

We both snuck a few into the condiments trays at the counters, and I tossed a few into the rubbish bins.

People go through rubbish bins & bags---maybe not the person who ties them up and tosses them into the dumpster, but eventuallysomeone does. Don't ask me how I know. You would disapprove.

At the roadside stands, I secretly placed envelopes amongst the jars of preserves and bags of nuts while my wife shopped.

In Bath we placed envelopes in letter boxes, on empty bus stop benches, in rubbish bins, phone boxes, and one in each trolley of two lanes of trolleys outside of Waitrose.

And that was it!

All the envelopes we had brought with us had been dispersed.

We hugged outside of Waitrose and thanked our Source of Well-Being for answering our desires to be able to blow people's minds and make them feel lucky by giving them the opportunity to find money.

Here in the UK they do not print £100 notes, and many stores---especially little ones---won't take £50 notes, otherwise I'd put a £100 note or two £50 notes in each one.

Meanwhile, the kerching kerching just keeps flowing in.

And soon, very soon, a super literary agent and various well-negotiated publishing deals.

"It's so much easier when you understand."

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