My VeryBrightSon says that Jeff Bezos income is so great, that the time it would take him to stop, bend down, and pick up a coin (or something) is the equivalent of $40,000 cash flow.
in b 4 ~ his divorce, I suppose. Maybe we're talking a mere $20K now.
My tip: look at all of your pocket change. Look for quarters dated 2019 with a W mint mark. These are more rare than the D, S or P mint marks. Your local coin dealer will most likely pay $10 to $30 dollars for one.
Found lots of change, pens, all sorts of interesting stuff, including a .38 revolver once! (Called the police to recover that baby.)
Last summer I had a bunch of Irish girls renting a unit for the summer while they hustled bar. They couldn't bother converting their coin tips. Left about $50 behind!
Street bum to Caffiend: "Spare change? Spare change?" Caffiend digs deep into trouser pocket, answers, "I think I've got enough, but thanks anyway!"
You know those miscellaneous, near-worthless and impossible to convert coins you find left behind at coin-counting machines? Save them, and keep them handy!
When homeless wretch opens the door for you at a 7-11, and shakes his cup in front of you, drop several of those pesos, piastres, sous, pence and krona into it. He'll be so happy to hear the clinks!
My attitude towards the indigent is not the same as how I view those who try to extort money on pain of public humiliation.
The background to my Hare Krishna story is that I had fallen for the hard sell a year or so previously and was so angry at my own weakness that I thought up the plan I employed the second time around. I was perfectly prepared to make a scene, and I think the second Hare Krishna perceived that--which is presumably why she beat a hasty retreat.
As for funky coins, I generally save them for the next time I find myself in the issuing country!
I'm always scanning the ground looking for coins. A penny had to be pretty far gone for me to not pick it up. The most I ever found -- a $20 bill. Best place to look for coins -- an amusement park.
That used to be my game--to try to sell something to the Mormons, when they came to my door. There was always a school fund-raiser, or a political campaign, or something like that, and I would interrupt the missionaries to ramble on and on about my "cause," and ask for donations. Whenever they would say, "If you need anything..." I would enthusiastically say, "Yes! We need money!" or "Our office needs someone to clean our board room before our next meeting." Now, I yell through the closed door, "I'm not opening the door. Go away."
My grandmother used to try to sell the Jehova's Witnesses those paperback Books of Mormon.
Oh yeah, Zuck and I are tight. He's a gentleman and a patriot, always puts the interests of society above mammon.
I love the idea of Facebook having its own cryptocurrency. Somebody has to help the downtrodden drug dealers and terrorists--and who better than our own Mark?
Ziller gives the place a badly needed sense of levity. There are others, like TB[Long], who also help in this regard, but Ziller never lets us forget that
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play...
had sent her the poem about pennies from heaven, I pick up every penny I see as it reminds me of my mother. I used to just toss them if they happened to be on the floor or got swept up in whatever I was sweeping.
I use those coin changers all the time. They were a lifesaver when I was a poor single mother. When I'd be at the end of my money, I'd take all my coins in to the coin sorters. I often would have $50. It saved me many times.