I seem to recall jokes about losing a dime . . .
If it had been me, I would have had at least a 100 hours worth of flashlight (and up to 160 hours worth) with me since I edc that.
Did he give the kids a $20 reward?
Delivery Man: [searching for Michaelangelo’s address] OK, 122... 122 1/8? 122 1/8. Terrific. Where the heck is 122 1/8?
Michaelangelo: [through the sewer grate] You’re standing on it, Dude! Just pass it down here!
[the Delivery Man passes pizza through the grate, and $10 is passed up]
Delivery Man: Gimme that!... Hey, this is a $10! The tab’s $13!
Michaelangelo: You’re two minutes late, dude!
Delivery Man: Oh, come on, I couldn’t find the place!
Michaelangelo: Wise man say: “Forgiveness is divine, but never pay pull price for late pizza.”
Hey, 20 bucks is 20 bucks!
Probably a good way to stay if in an actual sewer.
I bet he was feeling crappy
How did he wander around looking for that $20 that he couldn’t find his way back out? Couldn’t he have followed the light? Smells fishy.
Did he run into Ed Norton down there?
Other day I saw a guy drop a $100 down the sewer.
I asked him “Are you crazy man?”
He said “No. I accidentally dropped a $20 down there and I’m not going in there for a measly twenty bucks.
He’s lucky it didn’t rain.
I once saw a soaked, half-grown raccoon clinging to the underside of a storm sewer grate with the water flooding just a foot underneath. Nobody wants to count on the gratitude of a raccoon. Half an hour later the water was lower and the raccoon had presumably self-rescued.