Change is inevitable

Among my habits that annoy Drew, “saving” is probably pretty high up there. I “save” all kind of things. I save up recycling rather than throwing it away, even though we don’t have a recycling dumpster at our new place. (C’mon… seriously? This is California!) I often have a box going for stuff (clothes, books, anything really) that I mean to take to Salvation Army or Goodwill…eventually.

And I have this irrational fondness for collecting coins for months in an old Nesquik container. Then one night, I dump them out on the carpet and watch TV and roll them into actual, exchangeable piles of money.

We had some rolled coins still sitting around from a few months ago, and then a bunch of new loose coins. So the other night, I flopped down on the carpet to roll the rest of them, and Drew sat down with me. I don’t know if he enjoys it at all, or if he just recognizes the value in turning this sort-of-forgotten money into bank-account money.

We ended up with $65 altogether – $10 in quarters, $10 in nickels, $10 in pennies (this is weird, right?), and $35 in dimes. That’s right. Those skinny little dimes, that I don’t always bother to pick up when they fall on the ground, added up to $35.

I took this Safeway bag full of money into the bank this morning, where shifty-eyed tellers immediately assessed my intentions and each tried to pass me off to the next person. The first guy said, “Tell you what we’re going to do, my coworker over there is going to help you because I have to…go do something.” (Seriously.) Then the girl he passed me off to said that her drawer wasn’t big enough for all of it, so I’d have to go over there. The third guy had been sneaking a look at a text message and so he didn’t have any excuse ready to go, and he wound up dealing with me.

But here’s what I want to know: is it so weird that I do this? I mean, it’s money. What am I supposed to do, go to a Coinstar and let them take almost 10% of it? That’s $6 saved right there.

And this is a bank. This is a branch of one of the biggest banks in America, and I’ve been a customer there for 10 years. So what if once a year I come in and make someone count rolls of change? It’s just counting. You learn that ish in elementary school.

To add insult to injury, the guy finished up our conversation by telling me how my name should be pronounced, which I’ve decided is one of the most annoying things that people persistently do. I don’t tell you that your name is spelled wrong, Kriss. So how about you give me my receipt for my $65, and let me get out of here.



Filed under "Other people", Being a girl, Dollars, Memoir, My name

8 responses to “Change is inevitable

  1. “Kriss” hysterical.

  2. jen

    after the second person, i would’ve gone to the manager and asked him/her to take the coin deposit since the underlings refused to.

    • I’m not as brave as you!

      • jen

        since it’s my line of work, i get annoyed when someone in my field does not do his/her job correctly or in this case at all. it makes us look bad.

        it also annoys me that someone would be that way towards you because you are so nice.

  3. Dad

    I found a dime today on the floor at school. I thought of you. (I also picked it up. If Drew is annoyed at saving change, tell him you come by it honestly. Genetics.) “Kriss” IS hysterical.

  4. David (Uncle Pastor) Hamilton

    I roll my piggy bank coins at the end of every year and take them to the bank. Usually have about $40 -60 – seems like real money. But then, I still bend over to pick up pennies… so I may be the wrong person to ask.

    • I’m 100% behind picking up change and saving it…I just don’t always have the follow through to actually do it…
      But, $40-60 is definitely real money!

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