If technology would ever get to the point where a human could have robotic features added on, then I would choose to be a coin converter machine. Depending on where you live, you might have some familiarity with this concept. Otherwise, you’re probably wondering what else is wrong with me.
Coinstar machines litter the supermarkets here in Hendersonville, and their main purpose is to allow people to convert coin into paper currency. It’s a pretty smart concept. Customers pour their loose change in, the machine adds it up, and a voucher ticket prints out. You then use the ticket towards your purchase or just redeem it for cash at a register. Retailers that feature this self-service kiosk benefit from increased foot traffic.
So, you’re probably asking, what would possess me to choose coin conversion as a robotic ability? My 9-year-old daughter, that’s why.
I’m fairly certain everyone went through a phase during their childhood (or even adulthood) when scouring for loose coin was akin to treasure hunting on the open seas. Without the lack of bathing. At least for most of us, I would hope. For my daughter, it’s not only a job, it’s a way of life.
Every month, she approaches us with a hefty load of loose coin, often averaging about $5 to $10. God only knows where she finds the change. I’m sure every room in the house is fair game. Since we generally exchange it for her right there and then, I’m suspecting the term “vicious cycle” could weasel it’s way into the final equation.
That’s where the coin converter technology comes in. Surgically implant me with one of these things, and I’m not only simplifying the coin-counting process, but I’m also storing it in a safe place.
At least I think I am. I hadn’t thought of an exit strategy up until now. Maybe I should reconsider this.
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