WOO HOO! Found money!

That’s right. Well, sorta.

See, I got a letter from my fire insurance carrier the other day. I opened it and there was what looked like a check inside.

I figured it was one of those faux checks that places send out as inducement to buy something. Y’know, endorse this check and save $500 on your purchase of an automobile at Chisler John’s House O’ Wheels.

But it really was a legit check. The accompanying letter said it was for an overpayment on my premium. Woo hoo! I’m $129 richer.

Now I can pay the plumber for fixing my furnace.

I used to hide $20.00 bills in my Sunday suit so that I would find them later. Since I skipped church quite frequently, I often surprised myself when I finally found the money.

Why was the plumber working on your furnace?

Had my own found money a couple of weeks ago - I was balancing my checkbook and I discovered I’d put down a couple of charged purchases as debit purchases. When I finally got things sorted out, I had an extra $164 to get me to the next payday! That little bonus kept me happy for a week!

Do you mean what was wrong with the furnace, or why was a plumber working on the heating system? I’ll answer both questions.

What was wrong with the furnace was that some kind of junction was broken. Frozen, is more like it. It wouldn’t regulate the heat. So if we turned the thermostat up, the temperature would soar to about 85 degrees, turning our house into a Turkish bath. And when we turned it down again, it wouldn’t shut off.

Why was a plumber working on the heating system? He does plumbing/heating/AC work. Our heat is baseboard, so it uses hot water anyway.


My coworker just got a call from Israel–his cousin learned that his grandfather had an insurance policy in Hungary or somewhere before fleeing to the United States. Now that they’re going through and trying to straighten out WWII finances, they’ve found that he was a policyholder. No word yet on how much it is. Could be $5000, could be $100,000! The anticipation is pretty cool.

Back when I lived in a large apartment complex with a communal laundry, I went to get my clothes out of the dryer and found five twenty dollar bills amongst my clothes. Each was seperate and rolled really tightly, why I can only guess (besides the obvious of course). What they were doing amongst my boxers I never found out.

Being a noble lad, I took them to the manager’s office. She put them in the safe in case anyone came looking for them, and told me that if they went unclaimed after 30 days, they would be mine. I was sure that I would neversee them again, but lo and behold, 30 days later they were mine. Just in time too.

My dad’s cousin died last year. My sister and I kept getting a bunch of stuff from a lawyer who was disposing of his estate. The extended family is rather large, and I have little contact with them. Dad’s cousin died intestate and had never married or fathered childred, but I figured closer relatives would get his estate and the lawyer’s letters were just to keep everyone informed. Last week I received a cheque for $1,605.01. And I’d only met the guy a couple of times when we’d go JetSkiing.

Me too. The crankshaft broke in my '46 Willys CJ2A broke and it cost $1,445 to fix it. My Yamaha is in the shop getting a new voltage regulator, cam gasket and cam cover bolt gaskets for about $225.

If you’re ever telling a story about something that happened to you to your friends that you’re all excited about, but they don’t really seem to be getting that into, just add, “And then I found $5.” At least you’ll end it on a good note.
And I actually did find $5 yesterday. It was being used as a bookmark in this copy of Wings of the Dove that I checked out.

Johnny L.A. said:

Boy, I bet that penny came in handy.