Before I went to bed tonight (this morning, it’s like 4:40am) I had ran into an issue, there was something stuck to my foot. Some uppity mystery object had found it’s way to me whilst my foot was wedged beneath a pile of clothes. A minor trespass, however, in my exhausted state it was incredibly frustrating. After I had it freed from the underside of my big toe, I looked down in disgust at what it could possibly be, only to find that it was a quarter, a glorious quarter. For the first time in my life, the thing stuck to my foot was not gum, ash, beer or food, but a piece of American currency.