"What are you going to do with those pennies?", I asked.
"Just counting them. There is a dollar fifty."
I could see lots of old copper in the pile. "Do you want to sell them? I collect old pennies."
She looked at me like I was crazy, then gave me a wry smile. "Do you really want them?"
"Yes. Add a dollar fifty to my tab." Happy to get rid of them, she scooped them into a bag. I paid for them and out the door I went.
Three Wheaties, and 62 old coppers later, I am a happy guy.
