Here’s a plan.
I never spend coins over here (the largest is a quarter, which is barely worth 16 pence), so I have a whole bunch lying around. I could do my usual trick of storing them up then having a night out with the proceeds and only buying things I’d never buy with cards or paper money, but I have a better idea.
You see, quarters over here often depict a state on the back. I’ve been trying to arrange the ones I have into a map of the USA; though I’m oft-thwarted by people tidying them up, and my lack of any geographical bent. There’s only so long that can stay exciting, so here’s the longer-term plan.
In April, when I have to move out of my swanky Manhattan apartment (but hopefully not out of the city itself), I’ll count up how many quarters from each state I have. Whichever tops the table; that’s where I’m going.
So, that’s four months of fearfully glancing at circles of silver, praying to all that’s holy that North Dakota doesn’t feature on the reverse.