That’s pretty neat. I wonder what a Euro costs when you buy it from a Chinese scrap yard.
A long time ago I worked as a maintenance man on a college campus. Every year after the college kids moved out, we had to go through all the rooms on campus to repair all the things the kids busted. The best part was searching their rooms for the things they left behind. There were days when I had to make multiple runs just to empty the change out of my pockets.
The worst part of that job was finding the delinquent credit card notices crammed under mattresses and behind desk drawers. The students couldn’t pay them, but couldn’t bring themselves to throw them away.
