These bronzed disks accumulate at the bottom of my purse and add more weight which contributes to my worsening scoliosis. They collect in my car’s cup holder with no hope of returning back into circulation since they are not welcome in parking meters. They smell like a kindergartners hands and have more germs than a public toilet. When was the last time you gave exact change to a cashier? Not since that impatient nimrod at Starbucks scoffed at you as you scrambled for change, right?
Sure pennies keep numbers from rounding to the nearest tenth; no one wants to be ripped off 5 cents from their paycheck. But $1.99 what the hell is that?! Is this some kind of joke?! It’s $2 dollars you cheap bastard.
Just remember the next time you find a lucky penny on the ground, it probably has been passed through a few curious children’s digestive tracks since 1956 and that’s not so lucky anymore.
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