Poor... part 2

So I was driving to work and about a mile away from it, I realized that I needed gas. I figured that it would be better if I just pull over now and nip the problem in the bud rather than wait and get gas in the evening when all the freaks come out. So I pulled over and reached for my wallet.

Which of course wasn't there.

OF COURSE. Life is cruel like that.

And since I'm already at work, and out of gas, that meant that I pretty much had no means whatsoever of getting home since my gas-less car and my money-less ass was going nowhere.


Or so I think...

In my car, I store extra change in a cup holder. You know, for parking meters, gumball machines, arcade-binges, sticker pictures... stuff. Today, this cup of cha-ching was going to save my life.

So in the cup, I had 4 quarters, a whole lot of dimes and nickles, even MORE pennies, and ONE dollar coin. I was a millionaire.

The gas attendent didn't seem to think so because when I came up to him with my fistful of change, his exact was response was "you're kidding me."

NO sir. I am not kidding you. And be grateful I had that dollar coin or else you'd be counting my pennies. I COULD be a real bitch and haul out my sparkletts jug of soda can tabs, but that's the real gold honey.

$5 in coins. Kick ass. :)