So I had a chance to visit the place where they make coins and medals for all over the world, and let me tell you...it was effing metal.
Yes, you saw that pun a mile away, but you could in fact totally geek out at the mint. The reinforced walls, beefed-up security and sufficient on-site catering immediately reassure you that you're in as good a place as any should the zombie apocalypse happen outside, like right now (for her part, the LLDD-Hyphen-L knows well enough to head to the big Westfield mall near our house and communicate with me through the Zara online shopping website). The place also rolled out a couple of nice touches for our visit, including displaying the national flag while we toured...
if I do become a zombie during the apocalypse, I call dibs on the one at the bottom right
...letting us hold - but strictly not wear - a genuine Olympic gold medal...
although I clearly deserve one for "Sweetest Tie-Vest Combo"
...and blinging up Gromit.
daaaaawwwwggg
Then, once you get to the manufacturing facility itself, the role-playing fantasy possibilities become endless: you can try something current, say, Bilbo searching for the ring within Smaug's mountain of gold...
precioussssssss
...or something old-school, like Matutina sweeping a fortune off Dely Atay-atayan's couch and floors
kaya John, mag-bloody sumikap ka
Hey, since you're here, why don't I show you my UK loose change collection? (for some reason, this is not a hit when I pull it out at cocktail parties) So far, I've got me a bunch of historic two-pounders...
...a couple of quirky quids....
...and one of these..
yeah, I still don't get it
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