I can hear it now:
"Well, there's not really much of a market for these... And I actually have to find somewhere to sell them. And, you know, that's time I have to put in. Tell you what, I've feeling generous today sooo... $50."
"$50?! Geez um... I was hoping for more like 10 grand...Huh..."
"All right, all right. I'll give you $65 - that's something like 50 times the face value."
"But it's
Goldwater on a
dime!"
(silence)
*Sigh* "Oh, all right. $65." Mumbled: "*$#@ health insurance *&%$ going through the $#@& roof."
Later, to the camera:
"Holy $*&! I can't believe he sold these. I'm going to retire to Cancun."
I listened to this on the way into work this morning, and found myself dumping the small amount of change I have on to my desk as soon as I walked in. Much to my dismay, I only found the faces of "the usual dead white guys" in my pocket.
While there wasn't much of a true story involved in this telling, the concept of inter-dimensional coinage finding its way into the hands of a "specialized collector" is still quite fascinating.
PS: I wonder how much the narrator could get for his 12 coins on Pawn Stars?