A: That's an easy one - it's because the store is not getting one red cent more of their money. They learned the value of money when Fred Flintstone was a baby. But they are old enough to have made it to an age where the customer is not always right. And they have learned that very well. So they count their pennies very carefully no matter what little girl is staring at them or rushing them with sighs and other loud, obvious noises, because it's THEIR money. It's not the stores yet until she passes it to the clerk. You couldn't drag that money out of her hands with wild horses even if she was DEAD.
It's not anyone's money actually - it's the old lady's, and she's probably saved those pennies during the great depression, which gives the pennies an even greater, more significant, more sentimental value than anything you or I will ever own. EVER. Like if we were all Hindus and reincarnated for the next 50,000,000 years and brought all our piggy bank money with us, our Barbie Dolls - unless you're way boring -, and fruit loops... old ladies would still count their 37 cents like gemologists (dad, you're an idiot) studies diamonds - very carefully and with excruciating precision. I don't even know why dad makes me include those big ridiculous words.
Anyway, the point is, old ladies will kill you if you take one penny or try to even count it for them. It's a death wish. The next time you see an old lady getting her change purse out, don't say to her, "Pennies are for pansies..." - she'll knock you straight into the next 50,000,000 years - AND she will keep your change.
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