If Only All Returns Were This Awesome!

I was standing outside the White Flint Metro reading Fugitive Days by Bill Ayers when a girl comes up to me.

"Excuse me, do you have four quarters?"

In her hand is a dollar. I start to shake my head. "Let me make sure just in case," as I begin digging through my bag for my coin purse.

I have seventy cents: two quarters, one dime, two nickels.

"It doesn't matter," she said as she swapped them. "I'll be saving more than thirty cents anyway."

And that is the story of how I made a dollar out of seventy cents. If only banks could do this shit. I'm not sure what she was doing with the change (I assume some weird metro thing that wouldn't take her dollar) but man did that turn awesome for me in a hurry.