A trail of Benjamins
Aug 31, 2018 · 7 min read

Looking down I spotted an image of Benjamin Franklin at my feet. It adorned a small green bill, with the number 100 written in its corners. I suppose were I living in America it’d be less of an unusual sight. Or perhaps more of one. Surely an American would spot the bill from many meters away, sorry I mean yards away, and swoop in to pick it up.
I suppose the longer I consider the bill, the greater the chance it’s taken from…

