Sorting for change for a highway toll the other day, I fished 80 cents from my change tray, one dime at a time. As I approached the toll booth, I saw that I had picked out a Canadian dime. It was dark, the dime would have been of no use anywhere else and the odds of getting caught were low.
Heart racing, the moment came. He took the funny money.
Pulling out, I grinned at the thought of pulling one over on The Man.
Then I realized that a Canadian dime is worth more than an American dime.
Even when you win, you lose.
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