I ran out to the store today to pick up a new air filter for our furnace. I saw a report on The Today Show once that said you shouldn’t spend lots of money on the expensive air filters that are really tightly woven to block allergens, that it’s better to get the cheap, generic ones and change them out more often for better air quality in the house.
(This post is not about air filters but I thought you might enjoy learning something here today.)
I only had the one item so I walked over to the Self Check Out registers and scanned the code. My total? $4.32.
I thought to myself, “I think I have change!”
Truth: I don’t enjoy carrying change in my purse. (It’s too heavy.)
When I can find an occasion to use up some of my change, I do a little happy dance. This was one such occasion.
Being at the Self Check Out, I was going to have to put one coin in at a time. No biggie: there was nobody behind me. I paid with:
2-one dollar coins
Seriously, I did.
While I was methodically inserting the coins, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that an older gentleman was sitting on a bench beyond the registers, just watching me. I think he was amused. It’s okay: I was amusing myself!
Had Jim been with me, he would have given me a hard time about the coinage. It’s one of his pet peeves. He’d rather use the debit card or just put a five dollar bill in the register, only to get MORE change back. I’m the one who pulls up to the drive thru window and digs through all of the compartments in the car to find four pennies. My argument: it’s still money! Change adds up, you know? (Remember how D cracked open his piggy bank on his nineteenth birthday last summer and we counted nearly three hundred dollars?)
What about you? Change or no change? Would you stand there at the Self Check Out (with nobody in line behind you) and insert thirty-three coins so you wouldn’t have to spend your paper money or use your debit card?