Every year the fishbowl fills up with coins from pockets, purses, couches, coin returns in the laundromats, concrete floors of parking lots. It is with great pleasure that I guess how much is there, then count and roll the coins. I become like Dire Straits'
Wild West End ...conductress on the number nineteen/ She was a honey/ Pink toenails and hands all dirty with money.
This year there's enough to buy a new coffee maker since the old one now requires descaling every week, and groans with every request for a cuppa. I'm off to the bank, pleased at my good fortune, ready to shake dirty hands with the teller.
While I like those song lyrics, and how cool that you can buy a new coffeemaker with those coins, I will say that I gave up the counting and rolling years ago and now just take a container of coins to the bank and let them do the work. We won't go into the time when I put a ziploc bag of coins into that can at the drive through bank.... :x
ReplyDeleteYeah, most banks have a coin counter machine, but not our local bank. And Jim always asks if I checked for wheat pennies. Found two in this latest batch! Was the "can" at your drive through one of those pneumatic tubes? If so,you probably didn't do it any favors. :)
ReplyDeleteYes, it was one of those pneumatic tubes, LOL and it was sweet how nice the teller was... :x
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