Sunday, September 13, 2009

Down and out

Almost everyone i know has a change jug that sits in some out of the way yet visible spot in thier home. This is the catchall for our jingle jangles at the end of the day. It's nice to look at this jug or jugs if you like to separate silver from pennies as i do. It's nice to watch the fill line slowly move to the top. Well mine has never made it to the top. Since my recent split i have found myself more broke than I've ever been. I've been taking back bottles and emptying magic hat growlers that have collected spare change for months and months. Down and out, waiting for payday one of my friends asked for my assistance to gather change, bottles and cans. Of course i said yes because such an event needs the company of somoen who would never judge you. And so we began our sweet Saturday adventure. Now we all know that even though the money from the change jug and the deposit on cans is rightfully ours there is a certain feeling that comes over you as you transfer the soon to be recycled goods from your vehicle to the cart and then into the store. Standing at the coinstar machine while everyone check out of the lines behind you can make you feel like you are on display. Pouring your change into the coinstar it is in hopes that you will too soon be checking out with various food items. Returning bottles and cans is also an adventure. No matter how much one may try to pre clean them the cans end up being sticky, smelly and germ filled. The bins get full, they don't take food club mountain dew and reaching to the bottom of the back is an at your own risk adventure. This being said what could make the event of returning bottles or filling the coin star even better? This... this is what can make it better:

This jug basically blew up the second it made contact with the cart. There were pennies rolling everywhere. The copper combined with the glass shards made the mess we had to pick up delightfully shiny in the sun. Not to mention the possible hep C we contracted as we got a number of glass splinters while we picked up what ended up being over $35.00 yes mostly pennies. Just another top notch day in the life of a 29 year old struggling to get by i guess.

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