Your humble narrator is the unofficial Midwest distributor of the new presidential dollar coins. Whether I get them from the bank or as change from the USPS stamp machines, I always try to keep a dozen or so in my pocket to spread around.
Reaction varies as, at this writing, the coins have been around since earlier in the year and three presidents are now in circulation. Some assume it's the Sacagawea coin, others are just impressed with how shiny they are, while a few actually ask, "Are these real?"
A couple of my favorite dollar-coin stories go like this:
At a McDonald's, my tab came to exactly $1.50. I gave the counter person two "gold" coins.
"What are these," he asked.
"The new dollar coins," I replied.
"Cool," he responded as he tried to decide which part of the cash drawer to put them in. (Most cash drawers have an extra slot after the quarters for keys and/or unusual coins.)
"Just don't put them in your quarter slot and you'll be okay," I remarked.
"Ronald Jr." gave me a "Duh!" look, then gave me my change - the two presidential coins I'd just given him, which he had indeed dropped into the quarter slot. Quickly assessing that the young man was beyond training in the fine art of coin handling during my limited time, and reminding myself of an Illinois judge's comment - "You can't fix stupid." - I pocketed the coins, took my order, thanked the young man and departed.
The other story comes from a Target store, where another young man was at the register where I paid with five shiny dollar coins.
I believe he had over-moussed that morning, as he seemed very confused by what I had given him. He didn't ask what they were or give any of the usual reactions. Instead, he just began looking around, apparently for some sort of guidance.
He didn't ASK for guidance, he just LOOKED for it. When he finally caught the eye of a young manager, he asked "What should I do with these?" not even holding up the coins, but apparently believing the manager had telepathic abilities.
She reponded with a glance that the popular snooty high school girls give the unpopular boys who dare to enter their aura of popularity, so Mr. Target was on his own. He looked around a bit more, again seeking that mysterious guidance one hopes to obtain by just projecting hopelessness, but he received no reaction.
Finally, in mild frustration, he put the coins under the coin slots (where checks and "big bills" are sometimes kept), gave me my correct change, and then turned his glassy gaze back to his register.
For reactions alone, the new coins are a lot of fun. Some folk will actually express joy in receiving them, as they see them as a gift for a child or as a collectible. At the Chicago Museum of Art, the cafeteria checker refused them, saying it was "policy" not to accept them as she had no place to put them in her cash drawer. (Yours truly saw her as beyond hope, too, and didn't bother to show her that next-to-the-quarters slot; maybe they store a small Picasso there or something.)
Anyway, the presidential dollar coins are out there, and a new one comes out every three months. They make nice Christmas gifts. Will they suffer the same fate as the Susan B. Anthonys and the Sacageweas? That remains to be seen. The government would like them to become popular, as they last longer than the $1 bill. But I believe, like Canada, they will have to do away with the bill if they want the coin to stay.
In the meantime, I'll keep spreading them - along with joy, confusion and enlightenment - around the Midwest.
