I was in a Mom & Pop fast food joint the other day. When the cashier was making my change, he noticed an off-color penny sitting in the change drawer. He fished the penny out of the penny compartment and examined the coin. “Wow, this is OLD!” he exclaimed, showing it excitedly to a fellow worker. He put the penny back in the drawer. After a while, he handed me my bag of burgers and fries. I couldn’t stand it.
“Uh — just how old is that penny?” I asked.
“Nineteen eighty-five,” he said. “It’s older than I am!”
I sat down with my meal at a very tiny table, feeling a little less hungry and a whole lot older than I did a few moments before.