My pal Copper Catfish is moving away. I’ve known for a while (maybe longer than she has) that it was going to happen. We were housemates, then neighbors, and walking buddies all summer, and were astounded at the amount of discarded change we would come across in our daily walks. So, not fearing the most meanspirited of Jew jokes, I started picking up the change and saving it to buy her a going away present.
This evening I spoke to her on my way home from work, and told her I’d found a nickle for the special bank, and she asked me if I’d seen the post on Queercents about the
extravagantly wealthy people penny tossers, and those who pick them up. I hadn’t. Then, by the time I got home and got online, she had snidely posted about how much cash we’ve found.
Well, Copper, here’s the current tally:
for a grand total of $3.37
Don’t knock it. And would you put me in your blogroll already?
*Fun Fact: Ellison can’t stand the metallic smell of change. When she heard me dump out the jar to count she shouted up the stairs, “Are you touching your pennies again?”