I've lurked here for amusement in the past and now I finally have a story to share in return.
A quick note: the relative in this story has moderate intellectual disabilities (IQ in the 60s), so I don't mean to ridicule him for anti-mustachianism by any means. Just thought I'd share a laugh!
So: a mid-20s relative (we'll call him Joe) works at a movie theater. Under the previous ownership, a coke for employees cost 50 cents. So Joe's leave-the-house routine was to grab wallet, phone, and two quarters for a cold drink during his break.
Well the movie theater changed owners, and Joe's had to adjust to all sorts of new routines and policies. A few weeks after the switch, Joe and Joe's mother (JM) are at the theater to see a movie. They go to concessions, and Joe gets a coke. He doesn't pay anything. The following conversation ensues:
JM: Aren't you going to pay 50 cents?
Joe: No, it's free.
JM: It's free?
Joe: Yeah, it's free now.
JM: So what have you been doing with the quarters that you take to work?
Joe: Just throwing them away.
JM: ?!? What? Why?
Joe: Because, I didn't need them. (with the "duh!" implied by his tone)
JM: Then why didn't you just keep them in your pocket and bring them home with you?
Joe: Because I didn't want them to rust. (again, as matter of fact as you can be)
So there you have it. Literally tossing half a buck into the trash can every shift for a couple of weeks. Because you don't need them for a drink, and they might rust in your pants pocket, duh. (Needless to say, Joe now checks his pockets for wallet, phone, and no quarters before leaving the house.)