Have you heard of the movie constipation? Oh wait it never came out!

Wandering around town, it seems that one of the things I find all the time are pennies.  Nobody seems to want them.  You find little cairns of these slugs sitting on parking meters, under meters, in the parking lots, and other spots.

I'm starting to see pictures of people using them as washers because they're cheaper to use than getting into the car and driving to the hardware store and actually buying a box of the right sized washers for your construction project.

Inflation caused that.  It used to be that Penny Candy would cost a penny and you'd get two or three bits for that copper cent.  Then they changed the chemical makeup of the coins so they went from a brass that rang when you dropped it to these Copper Coated Zinc slugs that make a sour thunk on the table when you empty your pockets after a walk around town.



Four Pennies

A few years ago, I volunteered with a high school band, who had a performance at a local veteran's home. After the concert, we spent some time with the residents, listening to their stories.

One gentleman came up to me and asked if I wanted to hear a joke. I agreed.

He held out a hand with a shiny penny in it. He asked if I could see a snake. I said no. He said it was a Copperhead.

He added another penny and asked if I could see a fruit. I could not, and he said it was a Pear.

He added a third penny and asked if I could see a car. I stare at the three pennies to no avail. I could not. He said it was a Lincoln. (D'oh!)

He adds a fourth penny and asks if I can see a naked lady. Now I'm trying to work it out in my head, trying to figure any puns or word play looking at the four pennies. After a moment, I admit my defeat and tell hem I could not see a naked lady.

He grins and tells me, "and for four pennies, you're not going to."