Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies for everyone!

My type of cat

Does anybody else struggle with giving exact change? The moment I go for those little coins my wallet shrinks to Barbie size, and my fingers grow as fat and uncoordinated as a baby's. I find myself apologizing, my hands are shaking, and I’m pretty sure the little old lady behind me is getting annoyed.

 Thing is, exact change gets no respect. I know, because I was born to a coin disrespector.

A floor covered in perfectly good money. Disrespect!
My father hates coins. Specifically pennies. I have witnessed, on more than one occasion, this man throw pennies from a moving vehicle. Pennies shooting out a car window at 60 mph ya'll! He’s probably thrown away $100 in his lifetime. Rude.

 But I love exact change. I love coins, especially quarters. I love turning over the exact amount (sidenote: lately all my transactions have been costing $xx.26. How weird is that? Should I be playing that number in lotto or something?)

My love for change started as a savvy young teen. It's back to school time, I've got no job, but a craving for all the high fashion Delia's can offer. This, right here, was a conundrum.

Ever the businesswoman, I spotted pools of money just laying around the house, big buckets brimming with potential (and Delia's clothes).

So I cut my mom a deal - let me get at that loose change ma. She did me one better - for however much I wrapped, she would match me. The naive woman thought that I'd lose interest, that I didn't have what it took to wrap all the change in the house.

Ha! Don't doubt me lady. I spent that summer on a coin-rolling spree, sometimes using machines, but mostly moving my deft fingers over piles of money, forcing them into little brown paper cylinders. I couldn't be stopped.

And at the end?

Nearly $400 in change was laying around my house.

The moral of the story - never bet a kid bent on Delia's.

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