Back in the late 1970s when $100 bills were a LOT scarcer (and went a lot further), the attendants (yes! attendants!) at the coin-op laundromat in Kennebunkport, ME could (and would without complaining) make change for one.

While I was working in the local hardware store I had a woman, in all seriousness, apologise to me profusely for subjecting me to her domestic perfume and not the French perfume she normally wore.

One day I had a summer resident come in and buy a bunch of stuff for the household and then, before he left he remembered another problem that needed solving: he had something with a bit of rust on it. I suggested naval jelly, but he said, "No, no, it's just a little surface rust; a damp cloth could wipe it off." So I then suggested solvent alcohol or rubbing alcohol so that it wouldn't promote further rusting. He looked confused for a moment, then yelled, "I'll use gin! I have more of it!" and walked out the door.

Linn