The charity fundraiser that I helped Tony with last weekend is divided into two parts (because of staffing issues) and continues this weekend. Tony is actually a store captain this weekend; one of his duties is collecting the donations at the end of each shift and turning them in to the chairman of the drive. He graciously allowed me to fulfill a long-standing desire when he let me to use his donations to throw a bunch of paper money in the air.
After several hours of the drive, the scrunched-up bills filled a plastic grocery bag a little less than halfway. Instead of smoothing the money out and stacking it in preparation for counting it, Tony dumped the money on the kitchen table where we admired it for a minute. I started by picking up two big handfuls or currency and throwing it straight towards the ceiling. It was beautiful to see it fluttering down to the floor. Tony did the same thing, then picked up a handful of bills and threw them AT me! Of course I had to reciprocate, and we had about thirty seconds of bedlam before we were done.
The money landed on the table, under the table, and covered a good portion of the floor. We each took a side of the room and started picking up the mess.
This was the most fun I've had all week!