I hate change. Not obama type change…cash change. Coins. I think that the nickel is the most ridiculous invention on the face of the planet. Quarters haunt me in my sleep. What are we, middle-aged kings and queens? I don’t have a donkey to carry around my mass of gold coins, and I don’t appreciate you filling my wallet full of them, mr. mcdonalds worker.
I realized 10 seconds after I got here that this would be a rather large problem, as Europe is known for having ONE EURO and TWO EURO coins. This is ridiculous especially since they look like all the other freakin’ coins and they weigh your wallet down and….okay seriously, europe, get with the donkey-not-required program.
Today, though, I found a wonderful use for my change. As I’ve been known to literally throw anything under a quarter in the trash can, I’m incredibly proud of myself for doing something productive with it. I found a happy haven for my unwanted change = the vending machine downstairs. It is an incredible little place complete with lots of amazing american food. Thus, on nights like tonight when I’m upstairs in the conference room “reading” with everyone, I take my ri-donkey-ulously heavy wallet downstairs and put every single bit of change into the machine. And then I let the amount of change determine what delicious American snack I get. Tonight it was peanut M&Ms…which, by the way, happen to be the best thing in the entire world when purchased in Paris.
In summary: delicious American chocolate > annoying, heavy, metally, donkey-necessitating change.