One summer, many years ago, I visited a friend in Atlantic City. Now, in A.C. you have to pay to get onto the beach. Being from Delaware, where the beach is free (as God intended), I was appalled. Besides, I was 18 and didn't have however much money it cost. (It was perhaps $10.) So my friend and I scrounged up all the loose change in my car and his house, put it in a cookie tin and headed to the beach. When the attendant came around to collect our cash, we tried to hand him the tin (with the correct amount) he said, "never mind" and gave us our passes anyway. So it seems that New Jersey has long refused coins as payment.
Ditto. If the cash is hidden in the wall and I buy the house, the cash is MINE!!! I bought an old home just hoping to find hidden treasure, but it looks like this house's inhabitants have been poor through the ages. :-(
There's a tiny cemetery (4 graves or so) in the parking lot of the Regal Cinemas in Middleburg Heights, OH. I didn't know this was such a common practice/problem.
Tricking his wife like that is divorce-worthy, but the name could have been worse. My great-grandfather was Grover Cleveland Rineer. Of course, Cleveland was actually president.
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That's hilarious!