My coworker was digging through the trash in the office kitchen today for a nickel. Laughing, I helped. “Really, do you have to pull the bag out and puncture a hole in it for a nickel?” It reminded me of when I was in first grade and a girl accidentally threw away her retainer that she had placed on the lunch tray. She started to cry and the lunch ladies waded through the trash for it. Only this was a nickel. And we’re in our 30s. It’s a sad state of affairs.