Once upon a dime, a rich businessman overlooked all that he possessed. He was standing on the roof of his factory located in an industrial park. His gaze was currently affixed on the parking lot behind the back of the building that contained many old cars that belonged to his employees. He noticed that the oil and gas that was leaking out the majority of them was following the pitch of the parking lot and draining into the empty retention pond, thus killing any grass and weeds that would have grown there. This made him grin because the landscape contractor quoted him a fair fee to maintain that parcel. Money in the pocket. The machines of his factory made the roof under his feet vibrate as they spun out cardboard tubes at maximum speed. An idle machine makes no money; therefore, they run 24/7/365. Money in the pocket. He remembers personally interviewing each one of his current employees looking for that perfect fit, married, multiple children, heavily mortgaged, and no hobbies. On the wall in his office is a plaque that says, “you can teach a monkey to do anything.” If an employee found that offensive, they weren’t around much longer. Disgruntled and fearless people will cost you. Money out of the pocket. He was proud of his cartload of monkeys who’d do anything to keep their jobs, including fixing the machines, janitorial and building maintenance work. He jokes with his fellow Country Club members that he pays his staff in bananas. He was also proud of his selection of the business he bought decades ago. His company is a leading producer of toilet paper tubes, a recession proof industry. He is on the roof to check out the free roofer’s quote for reroofing the building: a huge number. He plans on sending his own employees up with 5-gallon buckets of roofing cement. Upon stepping back, he looks down and spots a dime that the estimator must have dropped the day before. He picks it up and then slides it into his trousers. Money in the pocket.