Or the time I was coming back from Michigan with my uncle.
He dropped his quarter and it rolled under the car.
He gets out of the car to go find his quarter.
Meanwhile the line starts backing up behind us.
I get out and my side and look and there are hundreds upon hundreds of quarters all pushed into the asphalt. I tell him to forget it and just pull out another quarter.
Soon the honking starts, but that doesn't deter him.
He finally finds his quarter under the car, throws it into the basket and off we go.
I ask him why didn't you just get out another quarter?
I then get a 15 minute lecture on the value of a quarter, and while it may not have value to me, it certainly does to him.
That was my last word until we got home.