What Bill in Exile Said

Whoo-hoo - was this (site NSFW - but extremely awesome) ever a delicious read:

And what’s with women and their coin purses?

Is there a single man out there who uses coins to make exact change? I know I never have. And when I say “never” I mean that I’m fifty years old and in fifty years I NEVER have.

I bring coins home and throw them into a very tasteful antique Roycroft copper vase and then, when the vase is overflowing in a most unsightly manner, I bag all the coins in a zip-lock bag and take ‘em to the grocery and put them in one of those loose change machines that gives me back real money.

That or I just throw them on the floor of my truck where they will stay for so long that their numismatic value will eventually exceed their face value.

But women have coin purses. And they use them.

And its fucking annoying!

How many times have you been in a grocery line and watched, tapping your foot in ever increasing agitation, as some women in front of you with a $125.18 grocery bill exclaims to the check-out clerk as if she’s just invented the light bulb, “Oh! I’ve got exact change.” And then proceeds to root through her damn coin purse for the eighteen fucking cents?

Every time you go to the store! That’s how many times.

In fairness, I did do this the other day somewhere (no coin purse - I throw my change into a pocket of my extremely masculine Tumi briefcase) . . . but I made damn sure nobody was behind me or even anywhere near getting in line. Thus, I can still join Bill in his righteous indignation.