And I'm sure I'm not the only person who would be pleased to see the last of pennies.
I have a touch of OCD, I think, when it comes to pennies. If I see a penny on the ground, I *cannot* walk away. I *have to* pick it up. I have fished pennies out of puddles, out of motor oil, out of dirt, etc. It's a sickness.
What. Did. I. Say?
::sighs::
Okaay....
::Alt-Tabs to MS Visual Studio .Net::
::mails pennies to Steph::
I hate them. I throw them away rather than move them from place to place, often. Once, when I was moving, I dropped my change bucket on the street, and only bothered to pick up the silver coins. My cousin, company owner and rich as hell, picked every penny up.
Either that's why she's rich, or she needs to relax a bit.
I hate them. I throw them away rather than move them from place to place, often.
It's people like you who enable my obsession.
When I see a penny on the street, I think that the value of a penny does not outweigh the tiny chance I will end up with a back injury from bending over to pick it up.
tommy is still not working.
the tiny chance I will end up with a back injury
Hey -- maybe pennies are why you needed back surgery, Steph.
What town 35 miles north of San Diego?
tommy is still not working.
I dunno. That sounded vaguely actuarial to me.
"You should buy their stock at any price."
Easy for him to say, Google stock is $260 a share. Even a single call contract at the money is over a $1000 dollars. That's a damn expensive stock to play.