While traveling on the Max train on a Monday afternoon I overheard a scruffy gentleman on his cell phone leaving a message. “I just discovered I have four quarters in my pocket that belong to you. I’ll give ’em to you tomorrow,” he said. The importance of those four quarters seemed to put things in perspective and made my current financial woes seem more like “champagne problems.”

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