ODO | There Is No Rewind

I could have stood in line at the airport cabstand for fifteen minutes like every other mook in the world, freezing my balls off, but such is not the way of the twenty-dollar millionaire. I walked straight to the front of the line and offered a woman twenty bucks for her spot. She took it with a shrug.

The first of a series, on the art of spreading $20 bills:

Then I realized something else: Most people aren’t willing to lose their job for twenty bucks, but if they have something they already take for granted—a place in line, a seat, a ticket to a show they’ve already seen—they’ll jump on a twenty like a possum on a wet bag of groceries.