Myrtle's Mama was a hoot. We got along fine, better than me and Myrtle most of the time. She used to live behind this baseball stadium years ago and she'd plant flowers back there.
One day we drove up to see her dragging two big bags behind her & one had a hole in it with $20 coming out.
I gathered them up and stopped her. Mama Jean, where did you get all these $20.
"Thank you, Moley. I got this flower garden behind the stadium and those people in the stands drink a lot of beer and the lines are long. So they come out behind my house and pee in the bushes and flowers. So I shout "What are you doing to my flowers?" Then I snap my razer-sharp
pruning shears at them. They pay me $20 and I hide till the next one comes. I'm headed for the bank."
"With 2 sacks of $20?
"No, just one. Throw that in the dumpster."
"What's in it?"
"Well, some of them didn't have the $20."