"Granddad was a philanthropist, always interested in the fate of those to whom fate wasn't so kind. He was a legend at the bank where he would throw handfuls of dimes down to the crowd loitering on the street, and this was in the time when dimes were real money. Sometimes he'd talk about it over coffee; it gave him great pleasure to help his fellow man.
Once he was relating about the scramble when the dimes came down, and he laughed until he cried, telling about the bum he called Fatty who was chasing a rolling dime and ran head first into a dumpster. He didn't really hurt himself. It knocked him out, but he was back on his feet after a few minutes, and his dime was gone.
Grampa said, "Fatty learned a lesson that day: Keep your eye on the dime or another bum will get it."
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