Yeah, I can identify with that. I never measured the depth of my pockets, as they were bottomless . . . anything of value (like money!) that went into the pocket fell into a black hole, never to be seen again. Of course I have always tended to help matters along with my recurring G.A.S. attacks.
My dear mother (still kicking and mean as ever) always said that money burned a hole in my pocket. Mea culpa!