Monday, April 26, 2010


So Master decided today to have some fun. I was dressed in my girlish finery, and dropped off in a public place where my car had been parked. I was told that the key to my car had been hidden underneath a paper in the coin-operated newsstand chained to a light pole. Insert 50 cents -- which I had in my purse -- and I could open the lever and take out my key, get in the car and drive off.

Of course, I find out that in my purse is a quarter, two dimes, and...five pennies.

Coin newsstands don't take pennies. So here I was with two options: desperately locate a nickel lying on the ground somewhere, or go up to somebody while in a miniskirt and body-hugging top, and ask to trade. What do you think happened next?