He stands at the washing machine, attempting futilely to insert four quarters and start the wash cycle. The small tray that holds the coins is supposed to slide in, then the machine is supposed to start. Thump. Thump. Thump. The tray will not slide in. Thump. Thump. Then a bit more forcefully, THUMP.
One of the quarters appears to be slightly smaller than the others. He picks it up to take a look at it. The face staring back at him is foreign. That’s not George Washington. It’s a woman. What?
Evidently the washing machine likes George Washington better than Elizabeth II.
Evidently PNC Bank tricked me by putting a Canadian quarter in the middle of a roll of quarters.