The others in my family eschew coins. They shed change into a little wicker basket next to my computer as if they can’t wait to have it leave their pockets. One of my sons hoards quarters and then gladly exchanges them for a twenty dollar bill.
I treasure every coin. I pull out some quarters to leave in an envelope in my glove compartment for parking meters. But I always carry a lot of coins in my purse. This is my tea money. $1.95 – the cost of a grande tea at Starbucks with two Awake tea bags – a standard order for me. At Peets it’s $1.75 for Assam Tips – better yet. I derive deep and inexplicable satisfaction if I can buy my cup of tea with coins.
But when it comes to my single favorite beverage to have out of the house (as you know) – a double cappuccino for here (emphasis placed in hopes of getting a ceramic cup instead of paper) – I must pay with paper money and I must, must, must leave a tip.
I think it’s bad luck to take change at a coffee place. You must leave what’s handed back to you in the little plastic square that is meant for tips.
It’s best if the drink’s price ends in “.50” – then the 50 cents in change is perfect. If the price is a little higher, leaving an awkward 40 or even 20 cents in change, it’s hard to know what to do. 40 cents might be OK to leave but 25 cents or less is bad – inviting bad energy to follow me the rest of the day. I need to fish out a dollar bill to leave if I’m left with an insufficient handful of coins.
And then I can linger over my coffee and face the rest of my day unafraid.
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