A little slip-n-fall at Wally World

Yep - I decided to see what it would feel like to fall on my keister.  I see the dude mopping the floor.  I see his little mop bucket/buggy/thing all the way down at the end of the main aisle where he started.  I did not see a yellow Caution Wet Floor thing.  I didn't even see one in Spanish.  Why?  Because there wasn't one.  Still, I knew the floor was wet.

Remember how I said it was a main aisle?  So it was wide - at least wide enough for two weight-challenged people in motorized carts to pass each other.  See, I can't call them fat lazy lardasses anymore - that's not politcally correct.  Ahem.  What I did not see was that the brain surgeon mopping the floor wasn't just mopping one side of the aisle.  In one little one foot section, he had crossed over and mopped both sides.

So there I am - flat on back, left knee bruised, right ankle twisted, right hip aching, right wrist on fire.  I look back at the rocket scientist.  He has this look of utter fear on his face - something between "I'm gonna get fired for this" and "That guy is eventually going to get up and come shove this mop where the sun don't shine."  I have pity on him, gather what little dignity I have left, and hobble slowly away.

7 rolls of nickels

1953-S
1982 Panama 5-centesimos

7 rolls of pennies

1955-D
1985 Canada 1-cent
36 pre-1982 coppers