I’ve known there were significant differences between male and female species, yet it took an event in the drive-up lane at a fast food restaurant for me to document another.
My wife and I had ordered a snack and as I rounded the corner and approached the cash window, I held several dollars ready to process.
But, glancing at my wife in the passenger seat, I became perplexed as she feverishly dug inside her purse.
“Wait, and I’ll give you the exact change,” she said in a warning tone.
In the console of my pickup laid perhaps $4 in random coins — which I had no intention of using … ever.
But, for my wife, the challenge of being able to count exact change seemed to be some kind of game.
It was then I recalled how I’ve never seen a woman with a jar of coins, while virtually every guy I’ve known had some type of change collection — whether in a pickle jar in the corner of a room, in the top drawer of a desk or throughout his vehicle, like me.
Apparently, women are born with a mechanism that does not allow them to keep change longer than a few hours.
As a guy, I’ve always treated coins as a necessary by-product of spending hard-earned cash.
I don’t like the sound of it jingling in my pockets, so I deposit it in the truck console or on a shelf in my closet.
There it remains until one day when I’m completely out of paper money. Then, I’ll place it in a Zip-loc freezer bag and exchange it at the bank for more paper currency.
This process makes complete sense to a guy and actually becomes a source of savings for those moments when we’ve overextended our budgets.
The ordeal in the drive-up lane reminded me of other differences I’ve noted over the last number of years.
1. TGIF. Weekends are a time of relaxation — especially to guys, meaning if we’re at the lake, there are no particular rules stating we must shower in a timely manner.
My youngest son tried this novel approach to relaxing a couple weekends ago. But, my wife reminded him that she was still the boss, so he begrudgingly ended up at the shower house.
2. Using bread. Every guy I know — me included — reaches past the first two or three slices of bread in a loaf when making a sandwich or toast, leaving the remaining pieces jammed sideways.