When I was 6 Mom sent me up to the Safeway to get ice cream for us all.
I get the biggest container, but Mom only gave me enough for a medium.
There's no price on it (early 60s no scanning etc, lol).
The cashier grumpily mutters something and walks off to the coolers.
I wait. Then I leave. I get home and give ice cream and money to Mom. Chaos ensues (gigantic lecture) and she calls Safeway to explain her weirdo son.
New houses were going up everywhere in our neighbourhood. Electricians punched the slugs out of metal electrical boxes for outlets and light switches etc when they wired them up.
Yep, you guessed it. The brilliant mind of young Doug discovered they were exact size of a nickel and worked in the gumball/prize machines at that darned Safeway, lol.
I generously shared this never ending bounty with half the neighbourhood's two dozen kids, then in a flash of inspiration, explained how I'd done it.
Mr Prestako saw a gaggle of kids excitedly picking though construction rubble crowing with glee. He picked up the phone and began talking without dialling a single number. Ten minutes later four or five mothers appear with my Mom.
The wonders of 8 line party lines. The Emergency Bad Kids Broadcast System, LOL!
The Safeway staff were unimpressed but amused (trying not to laugh) when I forked over all my saved up allowance.
The cashier used to grin at Mom and ask,
"How's our little Einstein?"