There's a guy in my line with a bunch of weird coins. While he's waiting for his wife to pay for the groceries, he tells me the U-scan machine wouldn't take them while he's waiting for his wife to pay for the groceries.

I look at them and they just look...weird. And they're all very different. Well, yeah. They're obviously not going to work in the machine. Hell, there's even a crushed penny, you know, the ones you get at tourist attractions. And on the crushed penny is an imprint. Of the Golden Gate Bridge.

"It's the Golden Gate Bridge," I say, but here's the funny part.

Him: "Where do you think it's from?"

I look at him strangely, finding him to appear Caucasian and speak English perfectly well, so he wasn't foreign. And he still didn't know about the freaking. Golden. Gate. Bridge.

Me: "Erm...California..." I didn't say San Francisco, because I was curious on how easily satisfied the numbskull was.

And he found that an acceptable answer. Grinning, he picks up his groceries and leaves.

So, even though I'm certainly not a fan of talking to random people I don't know, I must admit that when I do, once in a blue moon it's worth my time and effort for an internal chuckle or two.

Maybe he's forgotten his elementary school years? Even so, one should know that crushed pennies from San Francisco don't go into the coin machine.

People are such idiots. ♥ :D