A year or so ago I was standing behind a woman at a soda machine. She was getting frustrated because the machine would not take the quarter she was putting in. After a few tries, she turned to me to ask if I had a quarter we could trade so she could get her soda. Glad to help, I did. We traded. Curiously I looked at the coin to see why the machine was rejecting it- it was silver but I don't remember the year. The weight was wrong to the machine. I told the woman what was wrong and offered her a second quarter but she just shrugged and said a quarter was a quarter.
My good luck, but I shuddered at the thought that someone had no regard for the things we hold dear.
My good luck, but I shuddered at the thought that someone had no regard for the things we hold dear.























