I'm so old I Remember when:

When I was in second grade (a year or two ago,) my art teacher, Mr. Snell, lopped off the tip of his finger with one. My Mom was the "Room Mother" that day and wrapped his fingertip carefully in wet paper towels so it could go with him in the ambulance. I don't think they were able to reattach it because his finger was oddly shaped from then on. Either it didn't affect him much or he downplayed it for us kids, because he was an awesome art teacher all through elementary school.

EDIT To Add: - Hey, I remember Room Mothers! I was SO disappointed when my own littles' school didn't allow them. :(
 
When I was in second grade (a year or two ago,) my art teacher, Mr. Snell, lopped off the tip of his finger with one. My Mom was the "Room Mother" that day and wrapped his fingertip carefully in wet paper towels so it could go with him in the ambulance. I don't think they were able to reattach it because his finger was oddly shaped from then on. Either it didn't affect him much or he downplayed it for us kids, because he was an awesome art teacher all through elementary school.

EDIT To Add: - Hey, I remember Room Mothers! I was SO disappointed when my own littles' school didn't allow them. :(
I remember room mothers! They brought treats, too. Why won't schools allow them today?
 
A friend of mine used to work the counter in the Penny Arcade on Main Street at Disneyland. She made change, etc. Once someone handed her a twenty and asked for $20.00 worth of pennies.

My friend just looked at her and said, "You... don't want $20 worth of pennies." (That's 2,000 pennies, for those wondering.) 🤣

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Sounds like somebody was being a smart A$$.
 
Did those come with a toy?

I remember hearing about cracker jacks in Charlotte's' Web and being disappointed when the ones we got didn't come with anything worth it in them.
The older "real toys" are worth some money, now and are getting harder to find.
 
Now I just have to figure out how to get rid of the mice. I've been asking "The big guy" to send me a good cat, that the chickens won't be afraid of.
I had a good cat years ago. Her name was Patches. The (then) wife and I had ordered from Hoovers. When the chicks arrived, Patches was curious but didn't harm them.

Good cat. I miss her.
 

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