Big Money

While we were waiting for our table at Hot & Hot tonight, this obnoxious group gathered around the bar. They were loud in a showy, we-weren't-popular-in-high-school kind of way, and they were celebrating someone's birthday. It was an odd group: a couple, another girl and guy, and two more random, portly men. I was annoyed that they were blocking the boiled peanuts (boiled p-nuts for you natives) at the bar.

Anyway, one of the portly guys went to pay for the drinks, and he pulled out a wad of hundred dollar bills. A fat wad. I'm talking several thousand dollars, unless he had a bunch of ones underneath. He peeled off a hundred, passed it to the bartender, and then folded over the mound of money and secured it with a green rubber band. Yep, that's right. A rubber band. He even snapped it after the second wrap. Then he stuffed it back in his pocket with a flourish. Seriously. I can't get over it.