My mom called me in the morning. She said that the Hawaii State quarters are out, and she wanted to get one roll each for her grandkids. She said that the bank will give you only one roll per visit. She said that my brother already got one roll for her, and since she recently sprained her ankle and couldn't go herself, could I go to my bank four separate times and get her four more rolls. Honestly, tell me really, who asks somebody to do something like that? Before the words even left my mouth, I already knew I would regret it, but I just couldn't help myself. I said, "YOU want ME to go to MY bank FOUR times to get these quarter rolls?" She said, "Yes." I said, "Do you know how HUMBUG THAT IS? I HAVE TO GO TO MY BANK AND WAIT IN LINE FOUR TIMES? NO, I'M NOT DOING IT!" She replied in that weak-I'm-getting-old-apologetic voice, "Oh . . . no problem . . . don't worry about it. I'll ask your brother." Sooooo, needless to say, after work I went to the bank and waited in line. They were sold out of the quarters, but the teller said that I can go back on Monday after 9:30.