Yet another finding money story
During a family holiday once, we were walking along a beach. I, being a moody teenager, was walking out ahead of the rest of the group, alone with my thoughts (which given that I was a teenage boy were probably about naked women). Up ahead on the sand I saw a pool of water with an orange bit of plastic in it. "Look at that," I thought, "Some careless bastard has thrown their chip packet on the ground." Since I was brought up properly, I altered my course slightly to pick it up.

As I got a bit closer, I realised that it wasn't a chip packet, it was another type of orange plastic thing: a 20 dollar note (I'm Australian, our money is made of plastic and brightly coloured). So naturally, I did what one does when spotting money on the ground - ran towards it as fast as possible. My younger brother, who was a few metres behind me, saw me start to run, saw the orange plastic, put two and two together and started running as well.

Despite being older, I was (and still am) more out of shape and as a consequence a slower runner than my brother. As I sprinted towards the money that was rightfully mine, it became clear that he was going to overtake me and claim the $20 for himself. To foil his dastardly scheme, as he drew level with me, I clasped my right fist with my left hand, and with all my might drove my elbow into my little brother's stomach. This had the desired result and he went down like a bag of shit. I made it the last few metres to the note, snatched it up without breaking stride, and circled back, holding the dripping currency high in triumph.

I was greeted by the sight of my brother lying on the beach gasping for air as my parents sent high-powered death stares my way. I was made to buy him an icecream by way of apology, although I am sure that if our roles had been reversed he would have taken me down without mercy to ensure that he got the cash.
(oball needs Satan more than he needs me, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 3:17, 2 replies)

My EYES!
Yech ... Aussie bank notes are horribly lurid and worth about as much as the Bolivian Peso.

Their only redeeming feature is that, because they are made of plastic, you can quite literally launder your cash.
(Que?, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 6:44, closed)

I like them but for another reason...
Because they are plastic, once you fold them, they keep the bloody fold marks forever, it seems. They are also very slippery, and easily fall out of pockets, wallets etc when you are taking money out. For this reason, at any fete or funpark, keep your eyes on the ground near the food stands, because you will often find cash right there unnoticed, but you'll have to be quick - just step on it until everyone nearby has gone, then retrieve it.
( Shazzoir Old enough to know better young enough not to care, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 10:03, closed)