A few years ago our good friend McCormick sold a car and got a stack of hundreds. We went out to dinner (Tommy's!) and when the check came he said "Guys...I don't know what to do here because the thing is is that this is such a small check and...you know...I literally have nothing but hundreds." To underscore that fact he only had hundreds he thumbed through the wad of cash flicking the bills around. Further, he got the car in exchange for giving a guy a steak at a BYO-BBQ (it was a pink geo storm with a broken window and duct-tape literally all over the dashboard).

You just have to know McCormick to understand how funny this is. Naturally, whenever we get a bill that is a "hundred" of whatever denomination we make the same joke over and over. This was just before moving into an apartment in Mendoza where we needed to get quite a few bills for rent and deposit. Yowza.