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i am hoping the divorce court judge is male. only another man will understand this man's relationship with his penny jar. a penny jar that will be the sole reason for the divorce.
at the end of every day, the coins in my pockets are dropped into my penny jar. the average daily donation is less than 37 cents. mostly pennies, a few nickels and dimes, and on very rare occasion a quarter. i consider quarters to be big money and usually put them back in my pocket the next morning.
the penny jar is a glass milk bottle that resides on my dresser, surrounded by other manly things. my wife claims it is as much hers as mine because she occasionally contributes to the jar. i once saw her donate a small nut-bolt-washer combination.
the penny jar has never reached full fruition. at three quarters full she takes the jar (without permission) to the grocery store and dumps it in a counting machine. she then takes that money and purchases low fat chips, process cheese food, frozen yogurt, and miracle whip light. shit i would never buy.
penny jar money is meant to be spent on one's self. little out of the ordinary bonuses like an import beer, pornography, 2 dollar wagers on the ponies, sharpie pens or a mexican wrestling mask.
never will i experience the pride of a full penny jar as when i was a bachelor. knowing this makes me feel unfinished or interrupted. each coin is a step in an incredible journey of discipline and time. filling the jar requires the proper mind set, it is a marathon not a sprint. completing a jar is bitter sweet, a payoff followed by the daunting task of refilling the jar.
i think she does it as a constant reminder that she is in charge of the finances.
Posted by griff at July 17, 2002 01:05 AM