We want change

I took a package down to the post office today. Earlier I'd relocated a plastic container full of coins, so I filled up my pockets to see if I could do the whole thing without breaking into the paper money.

(Yeah, I probably sound like a dork. DH finds it a pain to carry change, so it's my job to deal with it. Otherwise he starts casting longing glances towards the CoinStar, and if I'm not careful, we end up with a gift card for something we don't need.)

Sometimes cashiers are irked when I hand them a hill of coins, but the little old postman was not just content to accept them (along with one limp dollar bill), but seemed actually delighted to do so, telling me he had been running low on quarters.

Over all, it was a satisfying little exchange. I lost a glove on the way, but on the other hand ;) I disposed of a goodly stack of coins, sent out a surprise to a friend, and made the postman smile all in one fell swoop.