Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Coinstar, My Savior
Yesterday, while eating Indian food and lamenting our perpetual state of brokeness (well mostly it was just me 'cause I can't shut up about it), Lisa and I decided that Coinstar was the answer to all our problems. If you're not familiar with Coinstar, it's a heavenly green machine (usually found in grocery stores) that graciously rewards you with cash for all the spare change you dump in it. So last night I hauled my loot over to Ralph's. For fifteen minutes, I emptied a large ziplock bag into the slot. And when that was done I moved onto to a jelly bean jar.
I walked away with $164.04.
Like any deity, though, it taxed me for my beliefs, to the tune of 9%.
But now I have spending money for NYC. So many coke and hooker binges, so little time.
Yesterday, while eating Indian food and lamenting our perpetual state of brokeness (well mostly it was just me 'cause I can't shut up about it), Lisa and I decided that Coinstar was the answer to all our problems. If you're not familiar with Coinstar, it's a heavenly green machine (usually found in grocery stores) that graciously rewards you with cash for all the spare change you dump in it. So last night I hauled my loot over to Ralph's. For fifteen minutes, I emptied a large ziplock bag into the slot. And when that was done I moved onto to a jelly bean jar.
I walked away with $164.04.
Like any deity, though, it taxed me for my beliefs, to the tune of 9%.
But now I have spending money for NYC. So many coke and hooker binges, so little time.
