droppin' dimes.

today morgs graciously picked up my lunch for me at d & d (ham & white bean soup; and btw, d & d actually gets its soups from hale & hearty, but that's another story, that dirty little secret), and she brought it back in the classic d & d white paper bag with handles.

morgs put my change at the bottom of the bag: a few dollars, and some change. i scooped out most of the change, but a solitary dime was trapped inside the folds that suture the bottom of the bag together. rather than fish that little fdr portrait out, i threw the whole bag out.

see, i like taking money out of circulation. no one's ever gonna use that dime, ever again. it's gone from the GNP, or GDP, or PDF or whatever. it's like i'm a micro-master of the universe, manipulating world economies at will.

it's like, 'eff you, economy. i got yer invisible hand right here!'