Why people like me need prozac!

I went on my lunch break today and decided it would be a nice idea to dump the 20 bucks in change on my dresser into the free coin counter.
So I get in the bank and at the front of the 4 people deep line to the coin counter is a 90-ish woman with two oversized canvas bags filled with pennies... already wrapped pennies.
so this little old lady clearly befuddled with the shiny blinking box (computerized coin counter) proceeds to tediously unwrap one 50cent wrapper of pennies at a time and slide them gingerly into the high powered computer that could probably count them all by weight in 3 seconds.. Not to be outdone, there is a cluster of mature ladies behind this woman offering wisdom into the workings of the shiny magic box. So I decide it would be a better idea to go get my lunch and come back.. I go to the local burger king and order a double whopper made with bacon pickles ketchup and cheese,, nothing else,, just a whoppersized double cheeseburger.. I take my first bite.. no cheese.
so I proceed to the register and complain,, the clerk looks at me like I'm missing a screw or two. I said.. "my receipt says this should have cheese". so they send me another one.. then i start to think about all the interest that old lady's pennies could have been earning in a savings account and ruin whats left of my lunch for myself.