"AND BRING BACK ALL MY CHANGE!"

I cannot count the number of times Mama sent me to the corner store to get a loaf of bread or the number of times my Nana sent me to George's Store to play her Pick-It.  Every time that I went, I would hope for change.  It was my hope, that Nana would miscount and there would be change, or that there would be change and Nana would forget to ask for it.  Back in the day, fifty-cents could buy a "quarter juice" and my favorite Bon Ton BBQ potato chips. However, it almost never failed, Nana would said, "go to the store, play me Pick-It...AND BRING BACK ALL MY CHANGE!". That was the start of my disappointment.  That statement alone ended any anticipation of me buying a "quarter juice" and chips...at least that day!  

"AND BRING BACK ALL MY CHANGE!" smells like the cotton money is made of with top notes of ink. 

Smells Like: Money