It’s a problem. For the past few years, whenever I pay with cash, I lug home whatever coins I get in change, throw them in an increasingly-full…

It’s a problem. For the past few years, whenever I pay with cash, I lug home whatever coins I get in change, throw them in an increasingly-full bucket, and forget about them. I hate carrying coins- I hate the jingling, the weight, the embarrassment of spilling and having to pick up thirty-odd pennies on the train. So, even though coins come in handy, I find them too much of a hassle to carry around. As soon as possible, I add them to the growing pile in my room. The problem is that I hardly ever use them. Quarters aren’t useful for parking anymore, dimes are too easily lost, nickels have too high of a weight-to-value ratio, and pennies are the bane of my existence. But if I want to convert the change into light, crisp, foldable, perfect bills, I have to pay a 10% fee. No matter how bad my relationship with change, I can’t bring myself to fork over a tenth of my money to get paper currency. At this point, my only hope is to one day lug fifty or so pounds of change into Dominick’s and pay for my groceries the hard way.
– Will

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