Does anyone really need a degree in economics?

A wealthy traveler drives into the sleepy hamlet of Dunsmuir, Ca. looking to do some fishing in the world class fisheries along the upper Sacramento river, which also is a hotspot for rail-fanning.

The economy was in the dump and everyone lived on credit.

Only one motel with a vacancy, so the traveler puts a good faith $100 bill on the counter saying he wanted to see the rooms before booking, suspecting a flea trap.

Only room in town, and sure of a sale, the hotel owner dashes next door to pay the butcher bill with the C-note for the meat for the restaurant that served last week.

The butcher then races to the rancher and pays his bill with the Benjamin.

Rancher settles to pay off the local prostitute.

Then she runs to the hotel to pay for her room that she used last week on credit and she puts the C-note back on the counter.

The traveler then walks down the stairs saying the room wasn't satisfactory, picked up his C-note and drives out of town.

Economic woes settled in full, everyone gets a better credit rating and now can repeat the cycle.