"This is great!" Luther's mother said, her face lighting up with pleasant surprise. "We're almost out of seasonings. You should hurry and buy some."
"Buy me a pair of pants, too," Luther's father said.
"I'll go right now."
Luther called in sick to the factory and spent the entire morning at the mall, spending half of his remaining balance.
That afternoon, he slept with a prostitute he had long desired. A session with this particular lady cost 1,000 North Carolina Dollars, nearly a full month's salary for a typical worker. In the past, Luther could never have afforded it, but now he was enjoying the service he had always dreamed of.
It felt like a dream.
'So this is what it feels like to have money... pure bliss,' Luther thought as he floated on cloud nine.
