{"id":1849,"date":"2008-06-06T16:59:57","date_gmt":"2008-06-06T21:59:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.net\/?p=1849"},"modified":"2008-06-06T16:59:57","modified_gmt":"2008-06-06T21:59:57","slug":"on-hitting-the-jackpot","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=1849","title":{"rendered":"On Hitting The Jackpot"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;What&#8217;d you do?&#8221; he asked.  &#8220;Hit the jackpot?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I was standing at the fare machine in the subway terminal.  Coins rattled in the machine, falling in the change cup.  I looked to my right.  A kid, maybe twenty-two, had asked the question.  It was an obvious question &mdash; the fare machine sounded like a slot machine dispensing its winnings.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Only had a twenty,&#8221; I said.  &#8220;Getting my change back in dollar coins.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Better than me,&#8221; he said.  &#8220;I&#8217;m getting nickels.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I wondered idly if they were my nickels.  Probably not, I decided.<\/p>\n<p>Dollar coins!<\/p>\n<p>It seems like there&#8217;s only two places where dollar coins are given back in change.  Post office machines.  Fare machines.<\/p>\n<p>I looked at my coins.  A few Sacagaweas.  A George Washington dollar. A Suzy B.  Some James Monroes.  A couple of St. Thomas of Jefferson.<\/p>\n<p>It occurs to me that St. Thomas wouldn&#8217;t appreciate being called that.  He wasn&#8217;t a saint.  He wasn&#8217;t even a Christian.<\/p>\n<p>It occurs to me that St. Thomas wouldn&#8217;t appreciate having the words &#8220;In God We Trust&#8221; on a coin commemorating him, either.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve never liked how the Sacagaweas and the Presidential dollar coins tarnish.  When they&#8217;re new and uncirculated, they have such a magnificent golden shine.  But after a few days they&#8217;ll turn a murky brown.  Moreso on the Sacagawea than the Presidents.<\/p>\n<p>I hadn&#8217;t really hit the jackpot.  I just had a pocket full of change.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;What&#8217;d you do?&#8221; he asked. &#8220;Hit the jackpot?&#8221; I was standing at the fare machine in the subway terminal. Coins rattled in the machine, falling in the change cup. I looked to my right. A kid, maybe twenty-two, had asked the question. It was an obvious question &mdash; the fare machine sounded like a slot<a class=\"more-link\" href=\"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=1849\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">&#8220;On Hitting The Jackpot&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[52],"tags":[4093,577],"class_list":["post-1849","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","tag-life","tag-subway","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1849","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1849"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1849\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1849"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1849"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1849"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}