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When I was in high school I got a job at a bank rolling coins in the vault.
They had this big machine just for rolling coins. I'd come in to work and there'd be piles and piles of bags of loose coin, each bag weighing about 10 pounds. I think one bag of quarters was $500, and a bag of pennies was $50. That's all I did -- dump bags of coins into this machine and take the resulting rolled coins and put them in boxes.
Anyway, while there I developed an intense hatred for dimes. Dimes were so thin that they would get stuck in every imaginable crevasse of this machine. There was not a minute opening anywhere in this machine that a dime could not find its way into at least every half-hour, and make the whole contraption come to a screeching halt. They weren't that easy to pry out, either.
Everyone at the bank would go into rants every so often about how stupid dimes were. "Dimes are the enemy".
heheh. ahh, memories.
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