I'm hungry, so I decide to check out a nearby pizza place. It's summer time and the folks at the pizza place are eating outside in a sunken patio.
In order to get into the shop, I need to go through the sunken patio, which is crowded with dinners. Plus there are no stairs leading down to the patio, so I have to step on the wall and tables to climb down. I say "excuse me" often as I jostle a few diners, and at one point I nearly step on a diner's hand.
I enter the shop and see that there are three individual slices of pizza available, all with onion topping. I ask how much they are, and the Italian/Greek shopkeeper says, "Twelve-Three." "Huh?" I say. I'm concerned because I have very little money to spend on food. And twelve dollars is way too much for a single slice of pizza. I'm willing to use a ten dollar bill, but I expect a lot of change back.
I ask again about the price. I figure out that "Twelve-Three" means $1.23. I point to a slice that was cut unevenly and therefore is the largest and ask for it. The total cost turns out to be $3.13. So I hand over the ten dollar bill, but then I say, "Hold on. I have 13 cents," as I dig into my left front pants pocket. There's so much change in the pocket that I can't pull it all out in one fistful because my hand won't come out of the pocket.
A diner comes up to me and offers me 13 cents. He's one of the diners whom I inconvenienced earlier. I thank him and say, "Oh that's okay, I have the money." Nevertheless he drops the change into the blue "Take a penny; leave a penny" tray and says, "Take it if you need it" and walks away.
I'm sorting through the change in my hand looking for pennies and a dime. Some pennies are silver-colored.