... when you realize you don't really understand the thread but still read all the replies and are in the process of making a reply also.
When your wife accepts her friends invite to dinner at a restaurant and then insists you come along to keep her friend's husband company, and you're in the middle of bidding for a coin on ebay. You join them and during the last few seconds of the auction you're in a back and forth with another bidder and when time runs out you lose. The friend's husband keeps asking what you're doing and you're not in the mood to explain. You tell your wife you lost the auction and hand the phone back to her. She takes one look at her phone and says "you won". Apparently I hit a button that allowed me to raise the bid without having to input a price. From that point forward I was good dinner company, haha.
That moment when your wife says she wants a divorce but the only thing you hear in your head is oh ... $..t there goes half of my collection. No this didn't happen to me, but I've heard this story at least 100 times from other coin collectors.
That moment............. when I realized that I had spent the 1964 Type C Quarter I was carrying in my pocket to wear off some coin counter marks.
Me too. A cc seated dime I had in a 2x2 in my pocket made its way into the front load. Luckily though it dropped to the floor while transferring so it never made it to the dryer. Came out of the soggy 2x2 in wash and had a couple light scratches on it but wasn't as bad as I would've thought. The only question now is... is it a "cleaned" coin lol
Me it was a 1795 bust dollar I was trying to wear off some crud spots on that got it a enviro damage details. Was in the dryer at the laundromat for 40 min. Didn't help the rims any
It's Guenther from Dennis The Menace. Back to topic - the moment you put your hand in your pocket to remove your pocket piece to only to find an empty pocket.
That moment when you hastily look up the bid price of a large cent while the auction is on going, then after you win, realize you were looking at the half cent price from the same year.
Oh yeah! Remember mr. Wilson's coin collection was stolen by trampy doc brown! I credit that small scene after that rare flower bloomed, in a small way, as an early interest point in coins for me And I HATE that feeling of the pocket piece not being where it's supposed to be. Your heart immediately sinks to you stomach like you're on that viking ship carnival ride
Your dog jumps up and licks your ex in the face and you know he just got through drinking out of the toilet.