Tell me if you hate these. You can always ignore them, but I don’t want to bore everyone. Wait . . . that ship has sailed.
Today’s writing prompt:
I was once a millionaire, walking the streets of Quito, Ecuador, with 2.5 million sucres, cash money, in my pocket.
There, go with it. Or with something else that you’d rather write about.
(Those aware of the exchange rate will come up with different stories from those who aren’t.)
SO anyhow, did you know this? Only a fraction of people who tell you they’re going to do something (something that helps you out a lot, and you NEVER ask anything, but the something takes a bit of effort on their parts) actually will do it. But they’ll let you thank them for it and give them the credit!
Yeah, you knew that. *grin*