Dalton pulled the dime out of his wallet, only to hear the dreaded noise.
From the floor, a light ping of metal, followed by another and another, and final rattle as whatever it was settled.
Dalton dropped the dime on the conveyor belt and dropped to the floor. The grocery clerk continued bagging while Dalton searched and searched. Finally, after two full minutes, he found it.
The penny was okay. A little dirty, but so were all pennies. He put it in his wallet, stood, and took his bags while the people behind him in line grumbled and the clerk glared. It was fine, though. The penny was saved.