The Czech Jingle
"Jingle jangle, that's the set of coins spent on useless toys made for useless boys..."
~Hot Hot Heat
There's something about coins. They're heavy. They jingle. They jangle. And sometimes, on the rare occassion they jingle AND jangle simultaneously. And not in an exciting BoJangles wants to do a tap number with me. I'm not Shirley Temple.
But most importantly, I'm not a fucking elf! If I really to make noise as I walked past people I would buy point shoes already and file a change of address card at the Post Office in the North Pole. I don't know what incident or person in my life that made me dislike coins so much. Perhaps a certain beloved brother who might owe me some dollars for Polker night and insist on paying me in dimes and nickels (apparently quarters are above the Newton's law of coinage), and if he was feeling particularly vindicative some pennies. Then again, it might have stemmed from my childish attempts to pick up lucky pennies off the ground and offer to share my luck and donate pennies to a certain father figure who would shake his head and insist-"you keep it"-and be even more hot and bothered when he would find them snuck into his pant pocket by the end of the evening.
Yet, perhaps they just remind of monopoly money. It's a challenge-this European obsession with coins. They weigh me down, so I pay with them when I can. But- I keep forgetting- they add up! I can do a load of laundry for 20kc. A half liter of Strapromen cost 30kc. They're quite far from pennies. Many are fairly valuable-a snack at Country Life etc-then again, I don't know WHAT on earth youre supposed to do with a .50kc piece (equivalent roughly to 1/32 of a dollar).
~Hot Hot Heat
There's something about coins. They're heavy. They jingle. They jangle. And sometimes, on the rare occassion they jingle AND jangle simultaneously. And not in an exciting BoJangles wants to do a tap number with me. I'm not Shirley Temple.
But most importantly, I'm not a fucking elf! If I really to make noise as I walked past people I would buy point shoes already and file a change of address card at the Post Office in the North Pole. I don't know what incident or person in my life that made me dislike coins so much. Perhaps a certain beloved brother who might owe me some dollars for Polker night and insist on paying me in dimes and nickels (apparently quarters are above the Newton's law of coinage), and if he was feeling particularly vindicative some pennies. Then again, it might have stemmed from my childish attempts to pick up lucky pennies off the ground and offer to share my luck and donate pennies to a certain father figure who would shake his head and insist-"you keep it"-and be even more hot and bothered when he would find them snuck into his pant pocket by the end of the evening.
Yet, perhaps they just remind of monopoly money. It's a challenge-this European obsession with coins. They weigh me down, so I pay with them when I can. But- I keep forgetting- they add up! I can do a load of laundry for 20kc. A half liter of Strapromen cost 30kc. They're quite far from pennies. Many are fairly valuable-a snack at Country Life etc-then again, I don't know WHAT on earth youre supposed to do with a .50kc piece (equivalent roughly to 1/32 of a dollar).