As we walked along the deserted, greenery-lined path, I could only focus on the prospect of fresh Jamaica Blue Mountain coffee in a restaurant by the pool. My mornings are like that. Pre-coffee, things are a little hazy. Post-coffee, things are blissfully clear (and caffeinated!). Something caught Kev’s eye and he stopped suddenly. He picked up what looked like it could be monopoly money. But this money clearly read: ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS.
My eyes widened. Holy. A hundred dollars?!? We’re rich! I did a little dance and we continued on our way with our new-found fortune. We settled in to our breakfast table and the waitress approached with a pot of coffee. Kev looked up and asked her, “By any chance, do you know how much 100 Jamaican dollars would equal in U.S dollars?” We waited for her reply, which would dictate how we could spend our found money… a massage on the beach, a nice meal for two, a trip out on jet skis, a few bottles of Jamaican rum… She answered, “It’s a little more than a dollar.”
In that case, I’ll keep it as a souvenir of a time when I was almost rich…
ashley folkema - Ha Ha…love it!
john...of johnwairephoto - …next time around 🙂
Stacey - That’s damn hysterical…. 🙂 What a wonderful souvenir!
Emily Beaty - awhhh bummer!! great story, though!
Christy - Hahaha too funny.
Nancy - That’s funny! I laughed out loud!