According to the morning news, some kid traded a paper clip all the way up to a three bedroom house.
Looking around my own home I would be willing to part with a jar of Skippy peanut butter for some Manolos.
And I'd happily relinquish two or three white plastic hangers for a BMW, with or without a year's worth of gas.
I'd even ratchet things up and swap my beloved Lava Lamp for a villa in Italy.
There's no reason why my Glide dental floss shouldn't be good for a set of patio furniture.
Now I wish I'd saved those record albums from the seventies. I could have opened a Hummer dealership with a couple of those.
Right this minute I'm hungry for some breakfast. I wonder if McDonald's would
swap an empty toilet paper roll for some pancakes and sausage.
A cruise ship dinner on the lake is worth a rubberband or two, don't you think?