I was at the famous Foley Coffee Shop giving a speech to everyone on the evils of fried foods when I heard it. It was a low droning sound at first, but then it began to get louder and louder. Having not convinced even myself with my spirited speech, I woofed down the last of my fries and ran out back. 

It was really loud now, but I still couldn't see anything. Woody, being the former Navy Seal that he is (with training so exclusive he could kill a man with a salt shaker) then made a profound observation. "I think it's an airplane".  "Dang Woody, you're good" Mark and Dale said almost in unison.

I knew what I had to do....call Scott. If anyone knew what this sound was it would be him. I quickly dialed my cell phone and was greeted by his cheerful voice..."Hello". 

"Scott, I need your help" I said. "There's this noise I want you to hear and see if you can tell me what's making it".

"John, is that you?"

"Oh, yeah I forgot... it's me...sorry...anyway, see if you can tell me what's making this noise." 

"Well I'll try. It's kinda of noisy with all the honking."

"What? Honking??"  

"Yeah, I smacked into a couple of geese with my MD-88 on the way home from Laguardia. Lacy found 'em and we're taking them to the vet. MAN they're loud!"

"Okaaaaay, that sounds like a story for another day......so I'm gonna hold up my phone and you listen."

So I quickly held my phone up towards where the noise was coming from. "Did you here that?" I said.

"That's a B-29. Not only that, there's more than one of those suckers heading your way."

'What! A B-29...as in BOMBER?"

"Yep. I ought to know, I used to fly 'em. Who'd you guys make mad down there?"

That's when I remembered and looked at my watch. It was past 1:15 central. I had missed the Fed announcement! It couldn't be, could it? "Thanks Scott and good luck with the geese, I guess."

I ran to my truck and turned on my satellite radio to CNBC. It sounded like a New Years Eve party! It was all beginning to make sense.
Quantitative easing. It had to be. Bernanke had parked the helicopter and called out the bombers!

I jumped back out of my truck and looked up. Sure enough, just like a ticker tape parade in New York City it was falling from the sky. $100 bills fresh off the press! 

Woody saw Toni stick her head out the back door just long enough for him to holler at her to "bring a garbage bag". "Woody" I said, staring into the sky. "You'd better have her bring more than one. If this is what I think it is, we're all gonna need 'em".