My two cents: the demise of the penny

Market 32/Price Chopper will double the pennies’ value on November 16

The demise of the penny piqued my interest. Coincidentally or not, Bennett Kleinman at Word Smarts posted, on the very day that the penny ceased to be minted in the US, Why do we ‘give our two cents’? “A dollar doesn’t go as far as it used to, but giving your two cents can still go a long way. Let’s look at the potential origins of this monetary idiom.”

“The truth is, there’s no clear origin story, but there are a number of possible examples. One relates to the Bible, specifically the Widow’s Offering, a parable that appears in the Books of Mark and Luke. In the story, a poor widow places two small coins into an offering box, which Jesus finds to be more meaningful than any of the vast sums donated by wealthier folks…

“The phrase also may come from the Twopenny Post, an early 19th-century British mail service. In 1801, Parliament passed a law increasing the cost of letter delivery from a single pence to two pence. So, if you wanted to send a letter expressing your thoughts to someone, you’d have to pony up two pence — or give your two cents.”

Nostalgia

The Boston Globe (paywall likely) noted: “First produced in 1793, pennies have been a living link to an earlier era in American history — the one in which one cent meant something — and so their end provoked a certain amount of numismatic nostalgia.”

That’s true for me. When I was a kid,  I used to collect pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters, and half dollars. I knew about the mints in Philadelphia (P) (generally unmarked in the day) from Denver (D), and even San Francisco (S). To this day, if I see a wheat penny (1909-1958), I throw it into my Mickey Mouse bank that I’ve had for decades.

And surely, I bought penny candies from Ellis’ store on Mygatt Street in Binghamton, NY, in the 1960s, especially red licorice.  

Globe: “In recent years, though, the story of the penny’s persistence has never really been about pennies. It’s been about government dysfunction: how America continued to make a zombie coin that nobody wanted or needed anymore, and which cost taxpayers more than it was worth…. Even as other countries made the rational choice to discontinue their low-value coins as inflation ate away their worth, the United States continued spending four cents to make one-cent coins, up until [November 12].”

What’s the plan?

The problem, unsurprisingly,  is that there was no plan for what comes next. The regime “did not lay any of the groundwork needed for banks and retail businesses to handle the transition in an orderly way… Only now, with penny shortages reported across the country, is the Treasury Department “considering issuing guidance to help businesses navigate the transition, including how to round cash transactions and handle payments without one-cent coins, according to people familiar with the plans.”

Politico: ” Trade groups representing retailers, grocers, restaurants, and gas stations are urging Congress to pass legislation establishing a national standard for rounding cash transactions to the nearest nickel. Without such a policy, businesses are worried about potential class-action lawsuits under state consumer protection laws that could argue rounding shortchanges customers. Industry groups say a federal standard would create consistency and protect businesses from legal risk.”

People, and they are legion, who say that “nobody” uses cash anymore haven’t seen the eyes of retailers light up when offered cash, a function of how much they have to pay to accept credit cards, something I recall from my retail days.  That’s why many of them offer discounts for greenbacks. 

USA Today reported on November 13(!): “Already, some convenience stores, supermarkets and retailers, including Kroger and Home Depot, have had locations dealing with penny shortages.”

Double your money!

WTEN: Market 32 and Price Chopper are offering customers a chance to double the value of their spare change on November 16. That Sunday, grocery stores will host a Double Exchange Day from 11 a.m. to 4 p.m., where anyone can bring in their spare pennies and trade them in for double their value. 

“When shoppers come in with a minimum of 50 cents and a maximum of $100 in pennies, an employee will count the change and match it with a gift card reward on the spot worth twice the amount the person came in with.” 

Syracuse.com adds: “Double Exchange Day will take place at all 129 Price Chopper and Market 32 locations… The stores are located in six states: Connecticut, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, New York, Pennsylvania, and Vermont.

“A representative confirmed that the deal will not be available at Tops Friendly Markets, despite Tops and Price Chopper merging in 2021 to become Northeast Grocery, Inc.”

Tuesday, December 13, 2022

waiting

December 13This happened Tuesday, December 13, 2022, a day-in-the-life story. It was more like four hours.
I was taking the bus to the Washington Avenue branch of the Albany Public Library to attend a book review. It was about five minutes late; no biggie.
The bus stopped to pick up a guy in a motorized vehicle, a very fancy wheelchair. As usual, the driver put up some seats to accommodate the rider, then let down the ramp. But the fellow couldn’t get to the ramp because of the snow.
The driver let up the ramp, closed the door, and started ranting. “You’ve got to be kidding me! The STAR [specialty] buses should pick up these folks!” Then they pulled the bus up about two meters, let down the ramp, and the passenger boarded.
I believe the driver was stressed because they fell further behind schedule, not out of animosity towards those with disabilities.
Getting to the talk as it was starting, one of the hosts made the joke, “Now we can begin because Roger Green is here.” He’s made the joke once earlier.
I bought not just the author’s new book about the 1936 Presidental election but also a book written by an audience member about a much more recent Presidency.
Bus back
I took the bus back. The guy with the snazzy wheels was already on the bus and got off at the same stop without difficulty.
I stopped at the CVS to pick up prescriptions for my daughter. CVS and other pharmacies are closed between 1:30 and 2 pm. So I was fifth in line, with more folks behind me, when the counter opened. But the clerk, who was also a pharmacist, was quite efficient, answering a couple of my questions, and it did not take long. I also picked up a UPS package at the front.
The sidewalk of the Madison Theater was a sheet of ice five days after the snowfall. The sidewalks on the rest of the block were totally clear. They need to be better neighbors.
Then I  went to the Price Chopper/Market 32.   Ostensibly, I went there for blueberries, grapes, and butter. But, as is often the case, I bought more items so that my bag from home was inadequate.
I was second in line at the register. In front of me was a couple, approximately my age, buying only a few items. I was not paying attention to them until the man berated the woman. ‘Where are the cards? I just gave them to you since we were in line!”
I half-heard a series of exchanges between the man and the cashier.  They involved needing to void purchases. One was that he couldn’t buy razor blades with food stamps.
There is a calculation about when to pick up the items you’ve already put on the conveyor belt, put them back in the shopping cart, and look for another checkout aisle. I decided to stay. Surely this will be concluded soon. Still, I told two other people to go to another aisle behind other people, and both finished long before I started.
Fisticuffs?
FINALLY, the young cashier, who didn’t appear old enough to shave, said to me, “I’m sorry. I’ll be right with you.” My reply: “You’re fine. I’m not blaming you.”
The man in front of me in the aisle scowled, “Are you blaming me? You can’t blame ME! I should go and kick your ass!”  Fortunately, there was a shopping cart between us. For some reason, I calmly replied,  “As you wish, sir.” He huffed out of the store.
The young cashier said, of the previous customer’s transactions, “That was very stressful!” I told him that he handled the situation very well. Then I finally carried my groceries home.
Ramblin' with Roger
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