Mercury Dime
I feel so small.
I tried to use a dime in the vending machine the other day. It popped right back out at me. I figured it was Canadian, until I looked closer and saw it was really a Mercury dime from 1927.
That little piece of metal was 80 years old. Imagine the pockets it’s been through. The purses. The cash registers. The cigar boxes. The piggy banks. The banks. The rolls of dimes.
I’m 31, but I’m not so old, after all.
And I also want to wash my hands.
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21. April 2007 at 11:55
You kept the dime, I hope?
21. April 2007 at 19:46
Yup, it’s sitting on my desk right now, as I type this. I don’t know what I’m going to do with it. But it’s cool to look at sometimes.
21. April 2007 at 22:05
I get the same way when I find myself in possession of a Bahamian dollar bill. Except then I get that fruity-tropical goodness going on with it.
27. April 2007 at 15:38
It’s worth $1.00 today, according to this site.