I read yelp a lot. I’ve read several complaints about service being slow because hipsters were paying for things in quarters.
I have not really paid attention to this in the past.
Maybe the bars charge a buck fifty for a can of PBR.
Cuz they hang out in the CITY, man, and they’ve got to park their Prius at the METER, man.
Honestly, I have no idea.
It’s because bills are square.
(Well, rectangular if you want to be picky about it.)
It’s how they got their three fitty.
They’re broke and occasionally raiding their change jar/ laundry money?
Because they are painfully stupid, and think it’s clever?
I work with quite a few hipsters, an I’ve never seen one of them pay for anything in quarters… of course, some of them don’t have two quarters to rub together, and the others just use Credit/Debit cards.
If hipster is being the way I think it is, yuppie vs someone who’s actually hip, I’ve only seen them use plastic.
My only guess is that this is the same demographic (young presumably apartment dwellers) who spend a lot of time at laundromats. And also whose income might be expected to consist of tips.
I’m surprised.
Nobody pays for things in quarters, they’re just too small an amount of money.
Unless you mean adding one, two, or three of them to the bills offered in payment, so you can get an even dollar amount in change.
Because they’re two-bit poseurs.
Of all the social ills I’ve seen hipsters accused of, this has got to be the most bizarre.
I can answer this. My daughter uses a debit card. She never has any actual cash. I ‘collect’ quarters (roll them up in coin wrappers, turn in to the bank, and this is how I send checks to my little charities) and am always telling her, “if you need a couple bucks, take some quarters”. Nine times out of ten, she only needs a couple of dollars and takes a handful of quarters.
…and that’s just how they roll.
-d&r-
Maybe they get a cheaper deal than buying an eighth?
Because for all their cynical posing, hipsters have a near-universal reverence for our first Presdient.
I think you have a lot of company in that respect.
Heh. I’m reminded of one fine morning in the summer of 1979. I hadn’t worked my coffee shop job the night before, so I was well-rested for an excursion to Disneyland with the future kaylasmom. But first, I needed to stop by the used car lot where I had bought my car a few months before, and make a payment.
In quarters.
THEN we drove into Anaheim, where I proceeded to buy our passports for the day.
With quarters.
Honestly, sometimes I wonder how I ever got that woman to marry me (four years later). 
What is a hipster?