I don`t understand! THREE COINS IN THE TOILET The middle-aged woman seemed sheepish as she visited Dr. Zamor. "Come now," coaxed the gynaecologist, "you've been seeing me for years! There's nothing you can't tell me." "This one's kind of strange." "Let me be the judge of that," the doctor assured her. "Well," she said, "yesterday I went to the bathroom in the morning and I heard a plink-plink in the toilet; when I looked down, the water was full of pennies." "I see." "That afternoon I went again and there were nickels in the bowl." "Uh-huh." "That night," she went on, "there were dimes and this morning, doctor, there were quarters! You've got to tell me what's wrong," she implored, "I'm scared out of my wits!" The gynaecologist put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "There, there, it's nothing to be scared about. You're simply going through your change."