Rice Man Cometh

There once was a man named Gary.  He was an Oldsmobile salesman and he liked to talk to the children at the mall.  Gary was a fun guy and he ate a lot of strawberry and banana yogurts in life. 
Gary found a crisp, perfect and clean dollar bill one day on the floor in the medical center when he went to the bathroom one day when he was visiting his best friend, Gregory Peccadillo of the Horse Farm in the town of Provost, Utah.  Gary picked up the dollar bill but fretted as he did not know to whom it really belonged.  He really did not wish to keep the said dollar bill as he thought that perhaps it really belonged to a nice person who really was short on money.  So he offered the dollar bill to the following people: The Pope, the King of France and the President of the Russian Federation.  They all said that sadly he was the one who should aught to keep the dollar.  Gary realized this was true and kept the dollar.  But that said, he has not been enthusiastic about his personal gain. He keeps the dollar bill in a jar in his spare bedroom and offers it to any person who may indeed share a night in his house.   It was not the problem that he wanted to think he might have, a dollar from another soul who might be in trouble.  So if a troubled traveler might come to visit Mr. Gary Voom, then Gary might think that his troubles would be less with a crispy clean and perfect single dollar bill in that person's bill fold.  Thus it was.