I wasn't permitted to purchase a newspaper this morning. The machine at the post office wouldn't accept my coins. It says it will take any combination of coins, but any time I've tried anything other than two quarters, it has jammed up on me.
There's no change machine at this branch of the post office. I know this because last week I put a dollar bill into what I thought was a change machine, and I was forced to buy two fifty-cent stamps. I couldn't even get my dollar back, and when I looked more closely it was clearly labeled, "This is not a change machine."
So I didn't get the medal standings from Sydney, or yesterday's local temperatures, or the current baseball standings, or the odds on Sunday's football games. I couldn't check up on Luann or Sally Forth or the Patterson family. And if there was any real news, I missed out on that, too.
Well, this throws a snag into the fabric of my day. I don't ordinarily have the time to read much of the paper during the day, but it's a comfort to have it available. So I'll either have to find an endless supply of quarters, or I'll deal with having the paper delivered, and slogging through the mud every morning all winter to get it.
It's not exactly an earth-shaking dilemma, but it's what's been on my mind.