Penny hoarders hope for the day the penny dies (2014)
I lived in a fantastically not-awesome apartment in Mexico for awhile, across an alley from a tortilla factory that started squeaking at 5am every morning. Literally, every machine in that factory squeaked. The ladies would line up to buy fresh tortillas around 7am and I&#x27;d try to sleep through it.<p>Anyway, there was a half-finished building across the alley, and on Sundays, the tortilla factory was always quiet, but there was this &quot;ping....ping...ping - BANG - ping..ping...&quot; happening. I never knew what it was.<p>I should add that the Maras had covered my building in graffiti so it wasn&#x27;t like I was going to go check out the alley at 7am to find the source of the sound.<p>Anyway, one day I see some guys in business suits walking on the roof of that unfinished building, and I waived across the alley at them. I said &quot;Hey, could you try to keep the noise down on Sunday morning?&quot; He said &quot;what noise?&quot; I said, &quot;you know, the ping, ping ping BANG noise.&quot; So this guy goes &quot;oh shit, Sunday morning is when they&#x27;re stealing our copper wiring&quot;.<p>That episode has made me think for years that pennies are worth more than 1¢...but there&#x27;s only so much time in life to hoard useless shit.