This past weekend LP and I went to this hip greeting card store in Lakeview called Paperboy. Their cards are not cheap, but some times you don't want to give the standard Hallmark card to someone and Paperboy really does have some sharp unique offerings. We picked out this tiny Thank You card that was $4 + tax. At the register the girl rang it up and it came to $4 and some change. I handed her four dollar bills and then asked LP if she had any change (she usually has change). LP just pulled out some pennies and a Sacajawea. Perfect. One golden Sacajawea makes it $5. The girl looked at us and said "Uh, yeah, we don't accept those. They, uh, don't, like, fit with our deposit system." WTF? Are you kidding me? This is real U.S. money. This is another account of the white man (or indie rock chick) crapping on the Native American. Crapajawea!
* I will say that Sacajaweas are not so ideal to hold on to and carry around. We received thirteen of them as chance to our tickets on CalTrain. We ended up getting rid of most of them in SF, but we still have this one little coin left. This one little coin that is worth nothing at one store in Chicago. Sad.