So I’m in the elevator of my building the other day with a woman whose parents live on my floor. I ask her what she did for Mother’s Day.

“Oh, I just got back from my grandmother’s. She lives down in Spanish Harlem.”

“Nice.”

“I gave her two rolls of quarters.”

“…For the laundry?”

“Atlantic City.”

“The slot machines?”

“Yup, she’s going in a few weeks. I get her two rolls of quarters for every holiday, Christmas, Easter, her birthday. It’s the only thing she wants.”

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