Today a Saturday I woke up early and took the big plastic bag full of change I found in my dad's house after he died to the supermarket with the coin counting machine. They take 20 per cent. The coins were in zip lock bags a green cup and two old McDonald's cups: a Shawn Kemp Dream Team II and an old Monopoly one the contest sticker peel off long gone from the side. In one of the zip lock bags I found a label maker printing and it read Retirement on it. Pretty sure that was from me. Seemed my sort of shitty sense of humor. At customer service I presented the receipt from the machine for money and played 2 more Powerball and Mega Millions for Papi.