They walked into the store with pockets jingling like a one-man percussion band. They approached the counter and asked, "Do you take change for a pack of cigarettes?" You gave them a puzzled look, so they dumped a mountain of coins onto the counter, making it rain on you like a stripper in a hailstorm. You sighed, grabbed a handful of coins, and said, "Sure, let's see if we can make 'cents' out of this transaction."