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Ah yes, but the market is just like nature and human nature.
Just when you bend down to pick up said $100 greeny,
a flutter of wind puffs it out of reach, so you stay bent down, arms out, waddling along as if you've turded your under garment, trying to grasp the elusive greeny only to then have it eratically move sideways on the pavement...
suddenly you see a glint of sunlight shining off the fishing line attached to the (mean) greeny.
You stand, following the silken glint of light, to see some fishing rod handling laughing punk reeling in your greeny....
Theres a few potential endings to this scenario or story, however, if one pretends not to be interested in the greeny in the first place, then once close enough, whilst also feigning any interest in it, one stomps on said greeny, and rips off the silken line and voila! Greeny in hand!
About now you start running, whilst laughing your guts out, so you don't get hit with a fishing rod by some some punk who's clearly not laughing anymore...
