 My grandmother was so flabbergasted she forgot to chastise him for swearing. The 300 silver dollars were in a mesh potato sack, and when the guy passed it down from the stage to my grandpa, the sack broke, scattering the tinkling coins throughout the crowded parking lot. For the next few minutes, a steady stream of people brought my grandfather money. When we got home, he counted it. 299 silver dollars.