When we first moved to the US, my dad gave a stack of cash from our previous country to a friend who was going to change it into dollars. You already know how

When we first moved to the US, my dad gave a stack of cash from our previous country to a friend who was going to change it into dollars. You already know how that went. Some 20 odd years later the guy crawls back out of the woodwork. He had a guilty conscience and wanted to do the currency exchange finally. _At the exchange rate of 20 years later than was originally agreed apon_. Dad told him to donate the now trifling sum of dollars to whatever charity he wanted, and that he's still going to hell for screwing over an immigrant family.