Smile to the camera, collect all the money, then phone the bank and ask for a reward
Many years ago when I was young and foolish, I was a smoker. In those days there was a lot of concern that innocent shopkeepers were being prosecuted for selling ciggies to under-age kids, but eventually an ingenious solution was found - the street-corner cigarette machine! This technology allowed the financial needs of the vendors and the health-endangerment needs of the children to be met on neutral, no-blame ground - perfect!
So there I was, staggering back from a long night at the pub with my mates when I was alarmed to feel my lungs beginning to clear. I realised that I was in imminent danger of my young smoker's cough vanishing, but help was at hand in the form of one of said ciggie-machines. I fished out the last of my loose change and fed it into the machine's coin slot. Disaster - the coins clattered straight through the machine and down into the coin tray below. I tried five or six times, but the machine wouldn't accept my money; what was a boy to do? Something made me try the the cigarette drawer anyway and to my surprise, I became the proud owner of a glistening pack of 10 Woodbines. I tried again and got another pack. I kept going until I'd emptied the machine. At first I felt guilty, as if I was nothing better than a common criminal. But then I realised that there was an alternative way of looking at it - those cigarettes were just
excellent value for money

!