Re: Fiscal responsibility.
Back in the 90s, I lived in a studio flat with my bed and an Apple style writer on the floor adjacent to the kitchen counter. One day, the printer became flaky in its output and I assumed it was dead.
Becoming desperate to print something, I figured I'd have to get a new one until I happened to lean over it to check the paper tray; there at the bottom of the feeder, I saw the edge of a coin. A quick bit of judicial rattling and the coin was free, I felt richer and the printer working again.
I realised what had happened. One night reaching up for the desk lamp light switch on the kitchen counter so I could read in bed, I must have knocked a coin off the counter into the paper feed of the printer...