Nickels and Dimes
Nickels and dimes are minor annoyances of our currency. Pennies should be banned. I understand why quarters are useful. You need them to pay the parking meter, do your laundry and, these days, to get a gumball out of a candy machine. So I don't mind so much when the coin holder in my wallet accumulates a bunch of quarters. But nickels, dimes and pennies are a waste of space and make my wallet fat in a bad way. Regardless, I still keep them in my wallet and try to get rid of them when I can. Yep, I'm the annoying girl at the cash register who takes her time trying to count out the most coin consuming way to make $.83 when you're in a hurry. The Fiancee, on the other hand, dumps all of his change for the day into a coin purse, never carrying any of it around.
After fishing through the coin purse one day for quarters, I noticed that it had gotten so fat that it wouldn't zip up. With very few quarters in it, the entire thing was full of nickels, dimes and pennies. Ugh! They had to go, so I came up with a plan to always keep a dollar in change in my wallet to gradually get rid of these.
The next day, I needed to go to the post office to buy $.02 stamps to supplement all of my $.39 stamps and mail off a letter. I was giddy with glee when I found that the stamp dispensing machine accepted all coins - even pennies! With this, I vowed to come back and convert all of my useless change into stamps since stamps are always useful, and I need the $.02 supplements anyway. I bought a row of stamps and then made a mental note to refill my wallet with coins and convert the rest.
I got lazy and didn't return to the post office right away. A week or so later, I flew out to LA to be a bridesmaid in my cousin's wedding and to visit friends and family. During this time, I took a half a day to hang out with a friend at Manhattan Beach where I had to pay for metered parking. Once again, I was delighted to find that Manhattan Beach meters take nickels and dimes. With this, I dumped in enough change to buy me two hours of parking so that I could walk out to the pier and chat with my friend while we watched the surfers and boogeyboarders in the water. After about a half hour of this, we walked in the little beach village to find a place for lunch. Lunch consisted of a delicious corn chowder and freshly shucked oysters. Mmmm! My favorite!
After downing an Irish car bomb, it was time to dump in a few extra coins into the meter. We each ran to our respective cars to buy a bit more time. When I got to mine, I opened up my wallet only to find that there were no more nickels and dimes! All I had left was a useless strip of stamps.
After fishing through the coin purse one day for quarters, I noticed that it had gotten so fat that it wouldn't zip up. With very few quarters in it, the entire thing was full of nickels, dimes and pennies. Ugh! They had to go, so I came up with a plan to always keep a dollar in change in my wallet to gradually get rid of these.
The next day, I needed to go to the post office to buy $.02 stamps to supplement all of my $.39 stamps and mail off a letter. I was giddy with glee when I found that the stamp dispensing machine accepted all coins - even pennies! With this, I vowed to come back and convert all of my useless change into stamps since stamps are always useful, and I need the $.02 supplements anyway. I bought a row of stamps and then made a mental note to refill my wallet with coins and convert the rest.
I got lazy and didn't return to the post office right away. A week or so later, I flew out to LA to be a bridesmaid in my cousin's wedding and to visit friends and family. During this time, I took a half a day to hang out with a friend at Manhattan Beach where I had to pay for metered parking. Once again, I was delighted to find that Manhattan Beach meters take nickels and dimes. With this, I dumped in enough change to buy me two hours of parking so that I could walk out to the pier and chat with my friend while we watched the surfers and boogeyboarders in the water. After about a half hour of this, we walked in the little beach village to find a place for lunch. Lunch consisted of a delicious corn chowder and freshly shucked oysters. Mmmm! My favorite!
After downing an Irish car bomb, it was time to dump in a few extra coins into the meter. We each ran to our respective cars to buy a bit more time. When I got to mine, I opened up my wallet only to find that there were no more nickels and dimes! All I had left was a useless strip of stamps.
posted by LANYTransplant at 5:32 PM
5 Comments:
hahaha. you write the most amusing posts! you should've put a stamp over the opening of the meter as payment. :) and, oh my goodness, you had an irish car bomb? has your tolerance gone up a lot in ny?
you can bring all of your change to commerce bank and get bills for it. and yes, her tolerance has gone up. akakakak.
pennies are a necessity!!! yes you definitely need it for stamps.
I second that from superlefty....since when do you do irish car bombs??!?! you are simply insane!!!!! we'll see how your alcohol tolerance holds up this thursday! (change in venue--- probably at the BLIND PIG on 14th and 2nd)
"After downing an Irish car bomb..."
Downing???
I beg to differ...
Peter
alright, so maybe it took a few tries, but yes, i downed it.
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