When I described what Dale had done, he was furious.
“I’ll borrow a trailer, collect every coin, and dump them right back at his shop!”
“No,” I replied.
“Becky, he humiliated you!”
“I know. But I don’t want to respond by doing exactly what he expects.”
I considered taking the money to a bank or coin-counting machine.
But the pennies were filthy, and processing them would be difficult and potentially expensive.
So I decided to clean them myself.
The following morning, I filled a large plastic tub with warm water and dish soap.
I carried it outside and began washing small batches of coins.
Noah came onto the porch.
“Mom, what are you doing?”
“Cleaning our pennies, sweetheart.”
He studied the enormous pile.
“Can I help?”
I hesitated.
I didn’t want my children handling dirty motor oil. FindFamily Lawyer
But after arranging gloves and a safe way for them to help with the cleaner coins, I agreed.
