Wallet Crisis, Don’t ask me to change

Here’s the drill: The price for milk and frozen berries comes to 2 Euro and 88 cents. I hand the Tenglemann cashier a 10. She says, “Vielleicht haben Sie 8 Cent?” Here we go. Perhaps I don’t want to play seek. Why do German cashiers constantly want us unamused customers to play reverse cashier? It’s not like they don’t have change or the ability to make change.

I’ve resisted for almost 4 years to switch to a European wallet. I like my TJ Max find. It’s compact. It’s red. It’s Furla. Yeah, sassy. But completely useless when sifting through the change compartment to look for that rouge one cent coin, especially with a gloved thumb. Little buggers.

In the U.S., pocket change was never a big deal to me. It was all scattered in either my car, jean pockets, or at the bottom of my purse or backpack. In the end it all got recollected in a big bowl on my desk.

But now in Germany, I sometimes carry 15 Euros worth of change in my wallet, mostly in the form of 50 cent to 2 Euro pieces, which usually happens after I buy a stripe card at the subway automat. (It’s the closest I’ve come to winning a slot machine.)

Today, I’ve decided I’m tired of hearing the line behind me groan as I take 30 seconds to pull 8 cents from my Italian made wallet.

It’s time I got some sense and make the switch to something hideous like this:

Definitely not sassy.

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