I hate losing change. You plop down in the car seat and coins fly out of your pocket into the bowels of the interior. The impulse is to pull over, get out and crawl around while reaching under the seat. You end up with 34 cents and something sticky on your fingers.
You drop change while on line at some store and no one will move to let you search for it. You drop a nickel you desperately need while boarding an exact change only bus. Someone at a store hands you your change and you let it squirt out.
You get a one dollar coin from the NJ Transit ticket machine as change and you wonder if the deli on the corner will accept it.
The coffee machine only takes coins and you hate asking the counter girl for quarters because she is busy and probably low on them.
Returning to the original idea, if you lose change in your car and forget about it, when it comes time to trade in you are gifting the new owner with a small fortune. Think about it.
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