Yesterday, Candice and I went to the Superstore to use their Coinstar machine, working our way through the decade backlog of jars of change we’ve accumulated.

On the way in, we passed a panhandler. Asking for spare change. While both of us had our arms filled with jars of change. And then the Coinstar machine was full, so we had to walk by again with our arms filled with jars of change.

Awkward.

(Also, in the store someone accidentally ran into me at full speed with their cart. When they realized they had, they backed up about 6″ and pushed forward again, over and over. Clonk clonk clonk. I yelled at them and they stopped.)