“Hey! Do you have change for a five? No?”
I pick up pennies on occasion.
no. pennies are an irritant. fuck those things.
I hope you’re just being funny.
I throw away all pennies, nickels, and dimes that make it into my house. Now granted, very few actually make it there as the few I do get as change end up in a tip jar. If I kept them all, it probably be less than $5/year.
I don’t have a bank to deposit them, and there’s no coinstar or similar machines anywhere close. Quarters I eventually give/exchange to a friend for laundry/parking.
No. I mean, I meant it to be amusing, but it’s true. As far as I can see, there’s no reason not to pick up coins. Unless you’re disabled, the ‘effort’ is microscopic.
But that’s not your salary… It’s a supplement to what you’re already making - in effect a raise. Why would you turn down a raise?
I pick up pennies when I have enough energy to do it quickly enough so that it works out to an above-minimum wage job. Otherwise, no.
There’s no reason to pick up a coin if you know you won’t use it. In that case, it’s clutter, not money.
I haven’t picked up any coinage since being mocked mercilessly by the little fuckers who’d glued a pound coin solidly to the pavement.
The same reason I pay a couple bucks more for blueberries that have been picked, rather than going the “pick your own” route that the farm market offers.
I had a friend who ran a coin-op car wash. He always found lots of coins when he emptied the vacuum systems.
I make more money than I can spend already and I have better things to do with my time.
Except in homes or workplaces, I never pick up small change (anything below € 1). In fact, I don’t pick them up even if I dropped them. I figure I can leave them for someone who presumably will need this small amount of money more than myself.
This habit was born from a couple memories of me, when fairly young, actively looking for some lost small change because I was missing, say, 10 cents to buy something or other.
But I do use them. I spend coins all the time, and that keeps more of the paper money in my pocket.
Oh, now that just shows a lack of imagination.
I imagine retiring while I’m still relatively young and spending the rest of my life seeing as much live music as possible.
I used to as a kid for good luck, but stopped when I got called a jew.
Sometimes I do. A couple years ago I started training for a half marathon and was finding them while running so it became a joke that I kept finding all this change. It got to a point where I couldn’t afford to not run. If I find loose change on the ground when I’m with one of my kids I’ll point it out to them and let them get it.
I pick up any money on the ground. I’ll even look under the vending machines for dropped change.
I’ve actually chiseled up a glued quarter, much to the surprise of the kids who glued it down.