Today I was returning to the office from a hearing and got on the elevator with a young woman. As soon as the doors closed she started talking to herself:
“Twentytwentytwentytwenty.“
She did a little jig while she said it.
I wondered if she was talking to me. But she wasn’t looking at me, and I was standing sort of behind her.
She then pulled out a roll of money. Looking at the money she said:
“Twentytwentytwentytwenty. I got to tell you goodbye.“
Then she kissed her money.
Fortunately, then the elevator doors opened on her floor and she left. She got off on the seventh floor, a floor full of lawyers, so I suppose she was on her way to hire one. At least she was prepared to part with her money.
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Bellow! 
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