Tiffany came waltzing out of the bathroom at the bar on Friday night, holding a folded wad of twenties and a check written to 'Avon'.
"Look what I found in the bathroom," she said, as she showed me the hard, beer-buying cash.
She wrote her phone number on a bar napkin, with a note to call with the exact dollar amount, and left it with the eye-rolling bartender.
We're fully prepared to hand over a briefcase full of i.o.u.'s if someone ever calls...