Money: The Root of All Evil (And Much Stupidity)

After I graduated from high school, I got a job in a department store, working in the men's department. One evening, as I was making change for a customer, I noticed a strange-looking coin in with the quarters. I exchanged a quarter of my own for it and put it in my pocket. The next day, during lunch, I went to the bank and presented the coin to one of the tellers, asking what it was.

After consulting with a colleague, he came back and informed me that it was a Swedish krona. When I asked how much it was worth, he said "About 75 cents." I smiled, thanked him, and put the coin in my pocket.

I still have it.

Some people just don't know the worth of what they have.