Spare Change?

I’m starting to take on some traits I’m not so proud of.

Everyday I do the socks, runners and skort, skirt, long shorts, pant or jeans look for my daily commute.
Yes it’s as attractive as that reads.

Every day before I leave I wake up the husband and ask him for spare change.

Every morning he gives me a dirty look and says, “NO!” or “Check my pants!” or “why can’t you go to the bank?”

It’s part of the routine.

I rifle through his shorts, pants, wallet, whatever, sifting, foraging, chewing on the big coins to make sure they’re real. I’m grateful to have the luxury of loose change. Everyday I can purchase a cup of hot tea before I head into the office and change out of my tacky runners (and put on my tacky shoes). I never have to take out my wallet, break a bill and watch it disappear (the husband gets to do that!) just jingle the pockets for the buck fifty. It’s only been a week but it’s part of my day. My reward for 30 minutes of walking and 20 minutes of standing on the crowded (but air-conditioned) train.

Starting next week, I’ll probably start making tea when I get to the office, bring bags and a mug in, mark my territory in the kitchenette. I’ll save $7.50 a week! It’s only been two weeks so I may be creating a false economy.

“Look honey”, I’ll say,

“I just saved you $7.50 by not begging for change! See How I’m saving our pennies?”

See? Good working wife.