One Hundred Dollar Bill

A crisp one hundred dollar bill was waving in front of me.  It was like a miniature flag except it wasn't on a stick or being held by a someone on a parade route.  A lady, maybe in her early fifties was holding the C-note.  It was clean and flat and could have been mistaken for counterfeit.   

One hundred dollar bill

One hundred dollar bill

By my observation, money lady was Phase 2 of the four generations standing in line at the theme park for overpriced burgers.  She was with her dad who hunched over a walker that had yellow tennis ball padded feet and her mom who sat in a wheelchair attached to a rolling oxygen tank.  Mama Money moved around her husband, so she could talk with her daughter, her son-in-law and her grandchild in the stroller.  There were 7 of them waiting in the cue.  As she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, the one hundred dollar bill moved with her.  It was in her hand, between her thumb and index finger.  It was a green wand that she prepared to command.  I couldn't stop watching because it was so unnatural.  She was in that eager position before you raise a numbered paddle to bid at an auction.  Her elbow and one hundred dollar hand were extended in front of her body but her head turned to each side as chatted with her family.  It was as if she were holding a pulling dog's leash.

We moved up in the line and the group of seven were going to be the next to order.  The woman decided to get a run-down of what her family was going to eat.  She was taking pre-orders that the one hundred dollar bill was going to sponsor.   I guess she wanted to be as efficient as possible when it was their turn. As she directed her attention to each of them, she would aim the paper extension of herself.   I wondered what she would do if one of them snatched it from her and told her not to point, but they didn't seem to care.  With their blank stares and loose hanging jaws of boredom, this family was *over it* and already tired of the park. 

Other people in line noticed though.  I looked at the people just ahead them and the couple who separated my group and theirs.  We *ALL* noticed she had a hundred bucks.  Hushed whispers to their companions, a slight head nod and exaggerated lifted eyebrows told me that I wasn't a complete loon to be fascinated with this woman.  I'm not sure why her flashy display bothered me enough to write about it.  Probably because it was unnecessary.  Why would you hold this single bill out in front of you for more than 20 minute wait in line.  Didn't her arm get tired?  Why am I thinking about this so much? She had her purse on her shoulder.  She had pockets in her shorts.  Her husband was standing beside her with a swollen back pocket indicating he had a wallet.  Why she held it out in front of her was intriguing to me.  Was she obnoxious or oblivious?  Was she proud that she had a one hundred dollar bill?  Did she want other people to see her as solvent?  Did holding the money give her confidence?  Was this another version of a Facebook selfie?  *Look at me!*

Either way - she wins.  She captivated my attention and several others.  I won't forget the lady at the theme park standing in line with a one hundred dollar bill.  But I also won't forget the sign on the front of the register that said, "NO LARGE BILLS ACCEPTED."

Seeds to Share:

Hebrews 13:5 - Don't love money; be satisfied with what you have. For God has said, "I will never fail you. I will never abandon you."

(And this one for me.)

James 2:4 - Have you not discriminated among yourselves and become judges with evil thoughts?