That particular sign appeared on the door of a mini-market, and I feel their pain. I spent some years in retail after college, and I can't tell you how much gross, sweaty money I had to handle in the summertime.
And believe me, money is dirty enough. If you're a retail, restaurant or bank worker you know what I mean. I used to finish my shift with blackened hands, and that was even in the colder months. Summer? Fuhgeddaboudit.
Back when the kids were young enough to be in daycare, I had a center director who wore a lot of stretch pants and tee shirts, and therefore never seemed to have any pockets. Every so often, daycare would have pretzel day or pizza day, and you had to pay a couple of bucks per child for them to get in on the action. I learned quickly to bring exact change, because if I didn't, she'd reach into her bra (and God bless her, she was a large woman with large breasts) and pull out a sweat-soaked wad of bills to make change for me.
I'm shuddering as I remember. I really am. I bet you are, too.
Why do people think this is okay?
I mean, I'm all for body fluids in the proper context (I'm looking at you, Dwayne Johnson), but handing me crumpled bills stained with your boob sweat? Not cool.
Have you ever had to deal with this? Or do you know someone who keeps their money in a sweaty place? What the hell is wrong with these people?