NaBloPoMo Day 24: That time when Marjorie was going to throw away a bag of pennies nickels and dimes. Maybe even quarters.

 

The end of the penny brings up old memories.

OK so this was decades ago but still lives rent free in my brain. I was so jaw on the floor flabbergasted gobsmacked with disbelief... my Pennsylvania Dutch heritage just did not know what to do with itself.

I was moving out of the dorm freshman year at college. And yeah, I went to a fancy college with many very rich people. People so rich they honestly had no idea how the normal folk went about their daily lives. I got invited to go hela-skiing, was given someone's "old" wardrobe when she got a new one for spring, and had lots of dinners at 9pm which might have been the most mindbending of it all. Farmers and steelworkers are in bed by that ungodly hour for chrissakes.

Anyway, we were moving out of the dorms freshman year and Marjory takes a huge glass jar of pennies and other loose change from her room and just chucks the whole thing in a garbage can in the hallway. 

Thunk.

I'm speechless. Can't even talk. She threw away money.

I go in the garbage can and take out the change jar. Completely shamelessly by the way the whole thing struck me as total sacrilege and I may have saved her soul.

If I was writing a movie about nepobabies I might go with this as the first scene, just to set the stage.