I found a five dollar bill and totally freaked out!!!

Of course, when I find handfuls of gold chains, coins and other "rich stuff" in my pockets, I know that I really HAD found the abandoned pirate ship of One-Eyed Willie, that it wasn't a dream after all. Then, I think my Dad and I are going to be OK after all.

I usually have ditched my inhaler by that point anyway.

i found a quarter, and bought a gumball.
i was happy for two days after.

1 penny. That's all it takes. Being happy about money is a little weird for me, but that's just me.

I found 100 buckaroos in a coat I hadn't worn in 2 years last fall. That made me happy. But I will jump for joy over a 10 spot. Anything less just doesn't do it for me.

I once found a penny in my pocket. It made me smile... I have money handlers, I dont useally touch anything that dirty.

I lived a lot of "lean" years, so finding even an unexpected dollar makes me happy. Takes me back to my college days, when I would search the car and couch cushions to scrape up enough change for a Shasta (cheap soda drink) and a plain bagel!

I used to be in love with Lance Kerwin!! Last I heard, he really fell on hard times and is leading a very depressing life.

I am with Miltie on this one. Money found in my own clothing does not make me happy. Now if you're talking money found in the street - I would say I need at least $20 to make me jump-up-and-down happy.

anything over $5 makes me happy. that's lunch.

but $20 and over is the great happy dance. let's face it, how many of us could leave much more than that in our pockets by "accident"? ;)

My sister found $100 in a little red purse, tucked away in some shelving at the grocery store when we were pretty young. My mom bought us shoes with it. Finding even an unexpected dollar is exciting to me though. For some reason if it's all in change, it doesn't do anything for me.

Cheers!

It takes at least $20 to get me excited.

A few years ago while purging my closet, I found a $100 bill in a shoebox! My dad had given it to me "strictly for emergencies" the day I went off to college. I'm so glad I opened the box before dumping it into the Goodwill pile! I guess I should have given the money to Goodwill, but I'm not THAT generous!

Jay! No! No! NO!

People, perhaps one day soon I will write about the incident to which my friend Jay refers. Believe me, it won't be pretty. (Unlike me, of course. I am ALWAYS pretty. Always.)

I'm diggin' your answers, everyone. Good show!

$5 buys me a treat. $10 buys me paint. $20 buys me joy.

By the way, I'm so sorry to hear about the hairy ordeal while blowdrying. It's gashly.

as broke as i am nowadays, i'm thrilled with a dollar. i actually jumped up and down at work when i found a dollar in my purse. it meant i could buy an $.89 bean burrito from taco bell.

Last winter, I found a $10 bill in the pocket of my jacket. It had been there since the previous winter, and I was thrilled to have it again! Finding $10 or $20 of "secret" money is always a pick-me-up!

The best thing for me is when I to put on my winter coat that I haven't worn in 8 months... reach in the pocket and I find money, mittens, and maybe a hair elastic. I think I would be excited with a $20...but I would love for it to be a couple G's.

Any money found within the orifices of one's own clothing is merely consumer surplus. It does not represent extraneous money which did not belong to you to begin with. Nothing to get excited about... there's no such thing as a free lunch.

That said, I do become rather giddy when I find a rogue Drachma in my pocket *wink*.

By the way, I just realized that I missed an opportunity to be OUTRAGEOUSLY CLEVER. I should have written, at the end of the entry, "Please give me your two cents." That would've been a hoot, yes, also a holler.

Excuse me while I LOL.

Hello, everyone! I found a haypenny at the bottom of the Loch! It made me so very happy!

$5 just turns into a cup of coffee as $10 becomes lunch. A $20 bill in the pocket of my pants can make my day, but I'm still looking for some anonymous fan of my website that loves me enough to send me $8,000, without strings attached of course.

A ten's pretty good but a twenty - well, that's as close to winning the lottery as I ever expect to get.

A wad of cash is nice no matter what the denomination. One of the fun things about working on a schooner in the summertime is finding tips that I'd stuffed in random pockets or bags or backpacks & proceeded to forget about by the end of the day. That's a "Woohoo!" moment every time.

I almost expect to find loose change making up a dollar or more, so finding a dollar doesn't do anything for me. A five ... meh, it's nice, but what can you buy with a fiver? Ten makes me go "Heh, cool."

But twenty? Yeah, that's a big-ass grin.

I once found $100 lying on the ground in the foyer of an office building. To whomever lost it: you made my day. Your karma has been debited, the books are all in order, and you will be collecting one day soon, I am sure.

The most I've ever found was $10. It literally blew into my hands in a windstorm. That made me happy. But I am equally thrilled when I find a penny on the sidewalk.

A Sacagawea makes me smile more than a dollar bill, but that's appreciated too.

A fin gets put into the wallet and adds a spring to myself.

A tenspot makes me order Chinese food for dinner regardless of the last time I ate Chinese food.

A twenty will get you a couch dance in back.

A fifty will get you the same with a "happy ending."

A C note will get me to come home with you where I'll Swiffer the floor, hand wash/dry the iced coffee glasses and polish your belly button from the inside... in that order...

I am with the Psychedelic Frog. A ten or a five is good, but a Twenty, now that's when i feel rich. Then I become a big spender, treating for dinner, drinks, the works. Although...finding a five would be great, because then I'd go right to the babka store, and buy us a nice fresh chocolate babka, and still have a dollar left over.

$170 million. That's why I buy only "loose fit" jeans.

A five would suffice for me, though my best pocket find to date has been missing cosmetics, not forgotten money! ;-)

Two pounds and eighty five pence.

Any note! Sometimes a 2 Euro coin in the fifth pocket of my jeans will do it!

I am pleased with a ten dollar bill, sure. But to become officially excited I need a Twenty. There's something about a Twenty Dollar Bill that's more... authoritative.

Although there was this one time I was flat broke - no job, no car - and I was walking down the street and I found a Five dollar bill on the sidewalk. It was pretty much a religious experience.

By the way, I can't believe you referenced James at 15. I swear I was just thinking about that yesterday.

A Susan B. Anthony silver dollar makes me wet.

It only takes a dollar for me. Sometimes I even get happy when I find a quarter! The most I ever found was a 20 in my coat. :-)