They drive me crazy.
They look cluttery and make me think of how a house with cats and old newspapers smells.
Recently, I sorted through a coin tray at home, careful to pick out the collar stays and foreign coins my husband puts there after emptying his pockets.
I made sure to look for any wheat pennies, buffalo nickels and the like. There was about $5.00 in there! I bagged it and took it to Whole Foods where they were happy to exchange it to paper bills for me.
I related this story to my husband that evening and he said “Great!”
I must have given him the “Lucy Arnaz” look: “really?!”
Him:”Oh yea. Go nuts.”
Me:”Even with the jar at the ranch? because I think there’s about $38.12 in there.
Him: “Yea. Have at it.”
Me:”It could add to my CUTE CLOTHES FUND!”
Many years ago in my first marriage, things were very different.
I thought I would be “helpful” and organize the coin jar into neat rolls in proper bank-provided rolls.
“Wapner on at 3. I’m a very good DRIver….”
I presented my accomplishment.
It didn’t go well.
Expecting a gushing “thank you”, I was, instead, met with a series of profanities and yelling that would have a hard-core death row inmate taking notes.
He was saving it for something at Gander Mountain
Gander Mountain is the equivalent of hauling a man shoe shopping all day.
I think he had a credit card there.
Card Number 0000 0000 0000 001
Anyway, it seems a coinmouse and a coin dumper are much better suited.
Plus cute mouse togs.