Brother can you spare a dime? or The Times They Are A Changin'
I was at the store, buying my salad for lunch, and this guy, two people ahead of me in line, was holding up the entire works digging into his pocket to find exact change. Then, he painstakingly counted out each dime, nickel and penny, reaching again into his pocket when the handful of coins he found didn't add up right. Then, the checkout girl counted each and every coin to make sure it was correct.
A 15 second transaction took 3 or 4 minutes.
Now, to those of you living in the more rural or laid back parts of the country, this might not seem such a big deal. But here in New Jersey, the guy almost got killed. The old lady behind him was snuffing loudly and the guy behind her (and front of me) was muttering, loudly and threateningly.
I almost reached into my wallet to grab a one and give it to the checkout lady just to move things along.
Almost as bad are the people with the little change purses. These things are so small they can't even get their little fingers into them to get the coin they're looking for.
Listen, give the checkout person bills and take the change. They have machines that will turn these coins into bills again so there's no need to pay with change, ever.
Or maybe, let's do away with change all together.