I think you'll find, pal...

In the space of a week my dealings with public transportation left me with a handful of dollar coins (two Susan B. Anthonys, two Sacajaweas, and seven assorted presidents, to be exact): I often forget that the Metro North ticket machines give dollar coins in change, and the parking-payment machine at the Alewife T station did, too.  I don't mind the coins too much, but I'm often a bit hesitant to use them in situations where money needs to change hands quickly; even the gold-colored ones are often mistaken for quarters, as one was today at the movie theater, and I don't relish the idea of having to explain to some harried cashier that yes, it is real money and yes, I have given you what I owe.  In those times a line from one of English comedian Michael McIntyre's routines always runs through my head. Have a look and see for yourself.