Should I hang my head in shame or just go on and laugh?

I started with Where's George in December of 2006 when I "found" my first George. I don't even remember what denomination the bill was isn't that terrible. Even after these years, I have
only found three. Perhaps the thrill of bills and writing on bills is only for a few really off the wall people such as me! Goodness knows hubby does not have a joyful time with this game!

Where's George can be found online under that title. If you live in Canada, it is "Where's Willie!" Well of course, it would be wouldn't it? This is a site that promises you will not go to prison for writing on money, that in fact it is a perfectly legal pastime and can be quite enlightening to see where
your money goes once you spend it. You do not have to buy a stamp but it helps to get your bills recognized supposedly by other Georger's. On the other hand, you could also wind up with your money being shredded should a strictly governmentally minded worker find it. Apparently,
though not illegal (probably because how could anyone catch you doing it) if the bank tellers find it they can turn it back to the federal reserve bank for a newer, non defaced bill.

Poor money, can't ever have any fun. Think of it! These bills are out there on their own, trying to stay ahead of the watchful teller’s eyes and hope they are hit by a Where's George player when
SWOOP comes the hand of the government and shreds them up for dinner! Not even a farewell entering into the databank.

No!

That at least would be something wouldn't it, a lovely eulogy perhaps? To have the government worker enter the bill as its last moments...no, that would be too cruel for the players. The bill might
enjoy the publicity but think of the poor human, sitting at their computer desk, opening up their email, seeing they have a Where's George hit. Oh the thrill, the joy of that email!

Only to click on the site and find that the government worker has written, "You will never see this bill again! It has been found by the Federal Reserve and Shredded! The same fate awaits any other bills you send out! You have been warned!"

Worse than this fate however, I never thought to see. Such shame and agony in all my years it never occurred to me.

I had not played with the bill stamping and waiting for a hit in many a month of days when tonight I had that wonderful email saying "Your bill has been entered into the Where's George database!"

I opened it eagerly. Then oh great sorrows, I was shot down so hard, the bottom fell right out of my toes! If there were such a thing that is, having the bottom fall out of one’s toes. The bottom (of your feet) is literally under your toes, therefore there would be nowhere for the bottom of your toes to fall out of would it? Nevertheless, the tears dropped hot, kerplop, onto my chest and with heaving
sobs I cried, "Oh fiver! That you should come to this lowly spot!"

Sorry, that would be a ten spot wouldn't it, not a five spot, a five is always just a fiver, well not JUST a fiver, it’s that it is only a...no that isn't right either...oh forget it, let us just get on with the telling of this sad tale. Sad but true. Moreover, do not, please I beg of you...don't you just love writing a piece full of colloquialisms and cliché has and split infinitives? "I do, really I do"...can’t you just hear that drawl?

Please try to give the poor ole fiver a break and realize once they leave your hands, the bills, like children, are on their own...off to travel that wide world without your guidance. Through my tears I cried, "Oh if only I had known perhaps I could have swayed your track and said don't go down that
road oh Five dollar bill!"

Alas, it was not to be. I read the words the person had entered into the database and will share it here, as a lesson for bills everywhere. Be careful all George's wherever you roam; this could be the last place you see on your journey.