These days, it's a trade-off. Economic conditions favoring increased Coinstar usage versus a prudent mysophobia. Anyway, I walked by and saw a dime lying on the shelf, and the silver edge decided it for me. A 1964 Philadelphia:
I won't stick my hand into a pile of sketchy-looking Zincolns searching for these, but when they practically walk right up to me, I'm going for it.
I won't stick my hand into a pile of sketchy-looking Zincolns searching for these, but when they practically walk right up to me, I'm going for it.