What do you do with your change?
Do you keep it in your pocket, where it jingles around, hoping it won’t fall through a hole in your pants and slide down into your shoes?
Do you keep it in your wallet, until the bulge is so large that it no longer closes, or makes it uncomfortable to sit down?
Or do you spend it with each new purchase, counting out the exact change while others wait in line impatiently?
Do you have a neat little change purse with a zipper that keeps it safe?
Or one with a button that lets the dimes and pennies fall out?
Do you empty it onto your dresser each night until the collective heap begins to fall off, like some casino slot machine?
Do you place it in a quart mason jar, or perhaps an old-fashion whiskey jug, where it collects indefinitely?
Do you save it in a gallon pickle jar for some special occasion, when you take pride in cashing in your savings for a special purchase, or even a trip?
Do you save it for rainy days when you need some extra cash for gas or to take someone special out to dinner?
Do you sort the coins into separate containers, one for pennies, and the other for silver coins?
Do you carefully count it out and pack it into those coin wrappers, only to discover that your bank only cashes them on the fifth Tuesday of every thirteenth month?
Or do you give it to your children, or maybe your nieces and nephews, for them to place safely in their piggy bank?
Pocket Change
by Angie Phipps