true story

I was just emptying the money from the copy machine into the money bag when I saw a very thin body plop down beside me on the floor. This was accompanied by a tiny voice saying, "Would you like some help with that, Miss?" I, of course, agree, asking her to find some quarters from the change bin so I could refill the holder. I thanked her, getting ready to ask if she'd like to hold open the bag and help me upend the change bucket in to the bag. But she disappeared. I'm going to call her my Ghost of Copy Machine Money Present.