Geologmochegon: Being a student I drove on the same trolleybus almost every day, the conductor was also fucking - then I will not take this coin, it is dark, I will not take it because there is scratch. After the third walk on foot because of it (between the stops a large distance, a dull between the stops stopped) I psychhanoul, exchanged in the bank (I don’t remember how much then) a day in a bag of brilliant copies) Then demonstratively every morning after the “transfer” I started counting coins... well, hassle – I didn’t have time until I reached my stop)