I pick up lonely, tire-burnished pennies I see in parking lots, pennies scorned by most adults and children. Talk persists of banishing pennies from commerce. And yet, the absurd nine-tenths of a cent remains on the gas pump. (In the tradition of manipulating customers with nines, it’s never .3 or .6.)
Somewhere there’s a representative on the November ballot who is scratching around for one more novel cause to support, to grab the attention of undecided voters.
Well, I’m suggesting one, and will even toss in a slogan: Deep-six the point-nine!