I'm trying to turn over a new leaf; to coin an old phrase, because I am too embarrassed to go to the bank! I have in the past sequestered loose coinage in Ziplock bags, my sock drawer, the basement work shelf , the photograph cupboard, the filing cabinet and between the sofa cushions. I fear a reputation of being a careless man, rather less than frugal, so I carefully phoned my banker to inquire if they would deign to relieve me of my now collected and tubed coins. Nickels, dimes, quarters, and pennies which I now learn are no longer currency.
My wallet is not designed for currency. I don't have a man bag. I hated standing at a cash register while a good and faithful financial steward slowly counted out coins from his man bag or her purse. I agree coin passers are fulfilling a proper role but I have time anxiety and erroneously believe everyone else has too, so I avoid doling out small change and laboriously counting it at the cashiers station, imagining everyone behind me is fidgeting with annoyance. And without a man bag my pockets became distended with copious change and pants hung down erotically so I resorted finally to paper currency or credit cards and stowed the coinage at home dispersed in unlikely areas.
Today my daughter took my coins to the bank. The coins have lost value because currency has devalued but it is my own fault. I have no one to blame but myself and my hang up about coin passing. My daughter asked if I had worked as a squeegie man on the street corner to acquire all those coins. I ignored her mirth!
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My wallet is not designed for currency. I don't have a man bag. I hated standing at a cash register while a good and faithful financial steward slowly counted out coins from his man bag or her purse. I agree coin passers are fulfilling a proper role but I have time anxiety and erroneously believe everyone else has too, so I avoid doling out small change and laboriously counting it at the cashiers station, imagining everyone behind me is fidgeting with annoyance. And without a man bag my pockets became distended with copious change and pants hung down erotically so I resorted finally to paper currency or credit cards and stowed the coinage at home dispersed in unlikely areas.
Today my daughter took my coins to the bank. The coins have lost value because currency has devalued but it is my own fault. I have no one to blame but myself and my hang up about coin passing. My daughter asked if I had worked as a squeegie man on the street corner to acquire all those coins. I ignored her mirth!
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