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Ah well, Canada, that would explain it, I've not been there. We have £1 and £2 coins in the UK too. Yet the USA doesn't. Doesn't that prove there's no need for such coins?

It depends on how you look at the question.

$1 and $2 bills also work to make small change, if coins in those denominations don't exist. But you need small denomination currency of some sort in order to make change.

It's probably a worthwhile discussion to have if coins or bills are most cost effective. My understanding is that the Euro, Pound, Canadian dollar, Australian dollar, etc have adopted coins is cost efficiency. The US (or wherever) is entitled to waste money, but it's also fair to identify that overspending as waste.

Circling back, if one only has toonies, one is limited in their ability to make change that isn't divisible by $2. That doesn't mean one needs their $2 currency in coin form, it means they need currency in smaller units and doesn't say anything about what form that currency should be in.

According to my robot friend, the US gov could indeed potentially save money with the coins but they'd meet more political opposition than Canada did, if they tried to make the change, so I suppose they just wouldn't dare to risk trying.

Reminds me of a cruel joke:
Q: How do you empty a Canadian bar?
A: Stand up and say "Excuse me, would you all leave the bar please?"

Excuse me, would you all leave the bar please?
Excusez-moi, voudriez-vous tous quitter le bar s'il vous plaît?

I always thought Australia was little behind by having $1 & $2 coins.
It was exemplified when I was in Malaysia and they had 1 ringit notes. I find it's so much easier to deal with paper money when trying to give around the exact payment. It also saves me carrying a coin purse.

I remember being scared of really strange things when I was 3 and 4.

One was my mother's mustard-coloured skirt that once turned the white laundry yellow because someone had thrown it in with the white laundry, and for some reason this freaked me out and I wouldn't sit on my mother's knee if she was wearing the skirt.

Another thing that frightened me was Wobble the Clown from the old TV show PlayDays - even though it was my favourite show to watch. The character never seemed to appear in the show from what I can remember but was on a jigsaw puzzle I had of PlayDays, and I wouldn't build it because of the clown.

And I was scared of those white dandelion things that float along in the air, what my mother called "fairies", because I had once walked through a cobweb with loads of them caught in while eating a sticky doughnut, and they all stuck to my face and got into my mouth.

And lastly I was scared of a Thomas The Tank alarm clock that I had, because it suddenly started ringing from the toy box in the middle of the night and I got spooked by it.

I just remember being afraid of all these things, which faded out as I got a bit older and realised that school was way more scary than a cartoon clown, a yellow skirt, dandelion things and an alarm clock.

^^ I too used to be scared of the oddest things.
I used to be scared of any cartoon automobile for reasons I don't even understand as an adult
Grass scared me, because when I was younger my dad forced me to walk on the grass barefoot and it was sensory overlaoad.

I'm glad we grew over these fears.

I was scared of the front door, but only when I was inside the house. Its letterbox looked to me like an angry mouth. I thought it would come off its hinges and eat me while I was going upstairs, but not if I avoided stepping on the lowest tread and ran like hell. Not rational, but I couldn't prove it was rubbish, and I didn't want to find out the hard way that I was right.

I had a nightmare about it where it got into the living room. I was terrified, but it came up to me and as I was standing there terrified and crying my eyes out, it just said "I've brought you your gun." Before going to sleep that night I'd been having a pretend adventure with my teddy bear where we were hiding from some bad people and I'd said "I wish I had a gun, Teddy."

I go from one extreme to another when it comes to Germany and England.

I'm scared of walking up stairs

I don't like shuffle function

I'm so rude

I love it when the juice of an apple trickles down my throat

I'd probably eat more oranges if it wasn't for the peel

I think my hormones are up the wall

I'm struggling with going through a phase of self awareness at the moment but I reckon I'll get over it

Well I don't know if it's self awareness or just that I'm aware of something else but I don't know what

In any case it's kind of heightening my thing so that's that really

I can't put it any plainer than that