I found two cents yesterday. They were just laying there on the floor. My dilemma was in deciding if it was worth bothering to pick them up. I did just that. What do you do with them? I could have gone inside the butcher shop and asked for two cents worth of sirloin, but that brought images of some guy with a cleaver in his hands chasing me. I could hold onto them until Christmas season and drop them in those Salvation Army kettles. Then, I remembered the automated checkout at Kroger. I bought a bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper, put my two cents in the machine, then paid for the balance with my debit card. And the coins were gone.