Loose Ends by Carol Livingstone

Now that our lowly penny is headed for extinction, I need to check my piggy bank and take however many are in there to a financial institution and get real cash for them. Not that there will be many.

I carry a small change purse and once they made the dollar and then the two dollar lightweight bills into heavyweight coins, something had to go. So I’ve been discarding pennies for some time now. It was either that or walk around lopsided with my purse handles digging a groove in my shoulder.

Besides, it’s only one little cent, and I wouldn’t miss it like I might miss a nickel or a dime. And pennies are dirty. After rolling them into 50 cent rolls to deposit or exchange for real money at the local bank your fingers smell funny and are so grubby that you feel like they need a good scrub with a wire brush and some Lysol.

For more see the April 11/12 issue of The Tofield Mercury