I swore I wouldn't even look at the books in the sale room, the one you have to walk through to get from the door to the check-out desk. I swore I wouldn't.
But I did.
Three books at 75 cents each.
I didn't want to mess around digging a quarter out of the bottom of my purse, so I slipped three singles into the Honest Box and called it good. I always round up.