In college, I sometimes felt quite rich at the end of a busy Friday or Saturday night waiting tables, when I'd close my last ticket and then count out my tips. It's kind of fun to have like $105 in ones in a fat wad in your pocket. I mentioned this to a friend who said, "Yeah, I remember that too, and I'd be telling myself, 'Do not drink this money. You need it to pay bills!'" Ha!