John Scalzi asks us to show our stash of pocket change. We all have one. They grow and grow. Once I let one grow to over $300. Then I moved. It took three days of wrapping and trips to the bank, and I still had a carton of coins to move.
The stash in the picture was gathered from around the apartment, a cup o' coins here, a coffee can there. I'm not going to count it. I'm not going to spend it either. Too much trouble. I used to let the grandchildren dig into it and pocket as much as they could hold in their hands. But they're too big for that nowadays. (Their hands are too big, too.)
John asks what he should do with his stash. I'd say, keep it, put it in a bigger can, and then a shoe box, and then a trunk if need be. Let the grandchildren dig into it. Think how big a pile there will be when he has grandchildren.
You can't spend it until you count and wrap it, and that's more trouble than it's worth.
Money is such a burden.