There's always a mass of loose change at the bottom of this fountain, and sometimes I experience a compulsion to reach in and scoop up as much as possible, or at least enough for some green tea or a paperback book.
Remarkably, local panhandlers leave this incredible resource alone. When one of them asks me for change, I want to point him or her toward the nearest fountain: "You want change? There's at least $10 worth right there! What, you're willing to stand here begging all day but don't want to get your arms wet?"
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