No loonies = puppy dogs socks

I hate coin laundry.

I hate coin laundry not just because there are only two such washing machines in my entire building, meaning that I have to seize on to a random evening like Wednesday to get any clean clothes (and I know that has nothing to do with the coin part and all to do with the lame building management part), but also because they just upped the price so that I need three loonies and two quarters to do a load.

Now, $3.50 isn't an exorbitant price or anything.
But, needing $3.50 in exact change is difficult.

For those of you not familiar with Canadian currency, we have both one dollar coins, called the loonie (because of the noble loon adorning them), and two dollar coins, creatively called the twoonie (as a really lame inside joke that actually got government mandated!)

The problem is, that when you get change, it is highly unlikely that you will get more than a loonie in one sitting. As such, I have had to become a loonie horder. However, loonies are also ridiculously handy for everything else. For example, as a tremendous caffeine addict, there are several times that I have contemplated actually using my credit card to pay for a coffee rather than using my valuable horded loonies. I can also recall several times, dining out with friends, when someone says "Actually, we should put down another dollar or two for a tip"-- I stay silent, hoping someone else will offer, but eventually, out of a sense of obligation, another loonie or two is thrown down, and I curse the lack that there is no laundry again tonight. Several times I have even had enough to do laundry, but not to dry, and have been so desperate as to string wet jeans and t-shirts across my entire apartment. Furthermore, given there is no change machine, and the nearest convenience store is at least a 10 minute walk away (yes, we are all extremely lazy, I know!), everyone else in my apartment building is consequently also loonie horders, and are not about to help you with change, because it means their clothese remains soiled.

Anyways, last night I got home late, and thought I had sufficient change to do laundry, but I was wrong.
As such, I am doing a research presentation in front of a whole bunch of people today wearing puppy dog socks.
I guess it will be our little secret.

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And I am fully aware the easiest solution to this is simply to go to the bank and get a roll of loonies. However, banking hours and my schedule don't go together very well. Also, I think as a way of making up for not being able to procrastinate in my professional life, I make up for it by doing so copiously in my professional life. A few days ago, I finally renewed my driver's licence after over a year of it being expired... seemed like such a waste of an hour to get it done when I don't have a car.