I knew I was going to be riding the subway back and forth all day long today (don't ask), so I decided to purchase an Unlimited Ride Metrocard for the day. Costed $7, but I only had a $10. So the bloody machine dispensed the Metrocard and three Sacagawea Dollars in change. WTF. WTF. WTF.
WTF.
Sacagawea dollars? WTF?
WTF.
So I decide to cut my losses and take the Sacagawea dollars. My residence hall has lovely vending machines on the ground floor, so I put a Sacagawea dollar in the vending machine. The coin drops to the bottom and pops out of the change dispenser. GRRR. Doesn't take Sacagawea dollars. But I don't blame it; I wouldn't either if I were a vending machine. So just a couple of hours ago, I took my newly acquired Sacagawea dollars down to the laundry room. Damn coins don't even fit into the washing machines. Worthless POS's.
Other than being entirely useless, my other issue with Sacagawea dollars is that the woman on the front, Sacagawea (Lewis and Clark took her along their fanciful journey out West), didn't actually look like that. The geniuses down in Washington decided it would be a grand idea to take a random picture of an American Indian, stick it on a coin, and claim she is Sacagawea. So if we replace Susan B Anthony with a random Indian, people will flock to this coin as a replacement to the paper dollar bill? Brilliant! Maybe someday you can convince somebody other than the Metropolitan Transit Authority of New York to accept these coins as real currency.
Ugh, WTF.
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