How about a magic trick?

It was a few days before Christmas and I was about to finish the last of my holiday shopping and buy my dad his gift. It had been a particulalrly grueling day, and I was kicking myself for doing all of it in one day instead of a little bit at a time. So at that point, when people come up to me to ask me for things, I'll just give in. My phone number, some money, my social security number, I would have given it all away just to make it through. As I approached the final store, I was cornered by an amteur magician who said he could tear up my fifty and put it back together again. So he tore it in half, did some flourishing of his hands, and showed me my two halves again. He tried again, and in order for it to work, he had to cut it up again. Then he showed me four pieces of my fifty. Five minutes later my fifty was ironically in about fifty pieces, and he ended up resorting to paying me back in the quarters and half dollars he had saved to pull out of people's ears.  I then had to explain all this to the saleslady so she wouldn't look at me like I was the plague while I had to pay her in coins, which was all I had. As I walked out, I could see her looking at me and talking to one of her coworkers as they shook their head at me. It wasn't my fault, but I rushed out of the store with my head hung low, while half a block away I saw the magician enthrall a small crowd by pulling flowers from his sleeve.