Friday, February 17, 2017

Disappearing Coins

My youngest sister, Betty, slid off the hood of a slow-moving car when she was young. She got some road rash and a nasty gash on her shoulder.

I don't remember if it was Pauline or Lorraine, or maybe both, who bought her a little bank. You put a coin in a slot on top and a rumbling sound started. Wait, wait, wait.  Suddenly a boney hand reached out and quickly snatched the coin, slithered quickly into the recesses from which it sprung, and the door clamped shut.

It was a mix between wonder and fright.

I tried to find a video of one on YouTube but the closest one I could find was of hands reaching out towards piggy banks.  How times have changed.

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