I bought lunch at an "authentic" Mexican taquería. I ordered two shrimp tacos (one hard shell, one soft shell) for $7.04. Apparently the secret to authenticity is stuffing meat, lettuce, tomato, and cheese into a tortilla shell. It's a well-guarded trade secret. You're welcome.
The man at the cash register said that he didn't care that I paid in coins. He's probably "authentically" lying. The good news is that this meal officially exhausted all of my dimes. The bad news is that I still had two baggies of nickels and pennies and I had yet to put money in the tip jar for the man who hand-counted a hundred coins.
I grabbed a handful of nickels and pennies and dropped them in the tip jar. Was that bad? It's better than nothing, right? At that point I just wanted to dig a hole, bury the coins, give the treasure map to somebody, and let that person be cursed with grungy carnie hands that smell of copper and nickel.
I probably should have washed my hands before I ate.