Pennies equal pounds…
When I was wee I collected coppers. I had a huge big jar full of one and two p pieces. I would occasionally take a notion that I wanted to buy something with my pennies – sweeties, little toys, the usual sort of kid stuff – and my Mum would take me to the Subway and we’d go into town to spend my money. One time I decided I was grown up enough to pay for our tube tickets myself. Very obligingly my Mum helped me count out all the one and two penny pieces. Then we put them in one of those wee plastic bank bags so I could carry them down to the tube station without losing any.
Once we got to the station I proudly deposited my money on the counter and my Mum politely asked for returns for us both.
I didn’t catch what the cashier said – the screen garbled his voice – but it can’t have been pleasant because the next thing I know my Mum was using that tone of voice she used on me when I was in trouble, telling the cashier, “it’s money, isn’t it?”
Our tickets were issued without any further comment.