I have change counting phobia.
There I said it.
How old are you when you learn to count money again? Six…seven?
I distinctly remember learning to count money in maybe first of second grade. We had these little paper coins and dollars that we would use to practice with. It frustrated me then, and I’m still frustrated now.
Don’t get it twisted, I know how to count money. That’s not the issue. The issue is the sheer panic I fall under while doing so.
I went shopping the other day, and when it came time to pay, the change called for 67 cents. Easy right? Normally, but there were at least four impatient people behind me. I started frantically searching through my wallet, muttering under my breath, “I swear I had a quarter in here somewhere.” The sales girl, who was probably about seventeen, was chomping on her gum, staring at me in disbelief. I pulled out some change, dropping multiple coins on the floor, and that’s when I really started to panic. A nice southern gentleman behind me picked it up, handing it to me, and giving me an “I feel sorry for you” smile. As I retrieved the coins, I immediately started counting, but I kept getting stuck from the pressure. “Ten, fifteen, twenty,” I mentally counted, “Wait was that twenty cents I just counted? What did I just count?!” I stared down at the coins in my hand, the hysteria blurring my vision, and started over. Getting frustrated, I handed her my entire handful of change, and let out a deep sigh of relief that it was off my hands. She looked at me like, “Are you crazy?” And proceeded to count it out for me, pushing the remaining change back over to me across the counter when she was done. I weakly smiled, embarrassed that I’m a 29-year-old woman who has change counting panic.
I’ve got to be honest, I think I totally deserve a big fat “Who does that, like seriously who does that” label?
After all, I’ve earned it.
My only question is: Am I alone in this? Or do other people have the “change panic” too?
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