now I'm holding dogs

In 2010, Grandpa Joe called his grandson, Kevin, into his study.
Joe: "Son, I heard about this new thing called Bitcoin. I bought 1,000 of them for $10. It’s stored on this USB. Keep it safe—it’s your inheritance!"

Kevin, a teenager at the time, took the USB and said, "Sure, Grandpa." But in his head, he thought, "This old man doesn’t even know how to use Facebook. What’s a Bitcoin? Must be some boomer nonsense."

Fast forward to 2024, Kevin saw on the news: "Bitcoin hits $90000"
He nearly choked on his coffee. Realizing what he had, he sprinted to his room, searching for the USB. After hours of digging, he finally found it... covered in dust at the back of a drawer.

Kevin plugged it in and, to his relief, saw the Bitcoin wallet file. As he was about to open it, he froze.

Kevin: "Wait… why does this USB smell like burnt plastic?"

Then it hit him—three years ago, he’d used that USB to fix a wobbly table leg and accidentally broke it in half.

Kevin collapsed onto the floor, staring at the ceiling, whispering to himself:
"I used $150 million… as a table shim."

Grandpa Joe still wonders why Kevin avoids family dinners now.

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