It all began when I was relieved of my post at the Good Time Tea Company shortly after introducing our newest line of flavors, which included Egg, Bacon and Chives, French Onion and Coffee.
"But Mr. Scrobe," I said, as I was being hustled down the hallway with the remains of my desk in a cardboard box, "is not our corporate position that Good Time Tea gives the consumer the most for his or her money?"
Mr. Scrobe simply glared in response, and I found myself in the parking lot with no future, until I looked to the past.
My father, you see, never had any trouble making money. In fact he turned out some of the finest dollars anyone ever saw, and in the privacy of his own home.
So I returned to the family business, and the rest is jail time. Except of course that it turned out that people actually preferred my bills to the real thing, and paid a premium for them, and so I ended up with a contract with the Mint instead.
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