Change

We've all made transactions.  Whenever you pay with a little more cash than was required, you receive change.  We're very keen on the dollar bills.  They fold well and fit nicely into our wallets.  We're even more excited about $5 and $10 bills, or even $20!  They make us feel rich and, to some extent, powerful.  Even when we make a purchase, it's comforting to know that we still have some money left over.

Then there's the coinage.  Quarters are useful.  They go into parking meters and pop machines and can readily purchase a Hot N' Ready with little gathering effort.  I suppose nickels and dimes do their part as well, but I could just as soon live it without them.  It almost goes without saying that pennies are useless, piece of copper with the sole purpose of filling my pockets, change drawers, and couches.

Sometimes we want our change.  We love it.  We embrace it.  We move on with a smile and something new.  Other times we're a bit indifferent.  If I were shorted a few nickels or dimes, I wouldn't make a fuss.  A few  small coins here and there will eventually even out.  And when it comes to pennies, I'd just as soon toss them asunder.  I'd consider them bad change, the bane of my currency-spending existence.

Isn't it like this with real change as well?  Some is good and we want it.  Some is just...whatever.  We accept and go.  And other times it's like pulling teeth.  We don't want it.  But it keeps coming to us.