A long time ago—25 years, easy—I started putting my pocket change in a 5 gallon glass carboy jug. It got almost full recently and I was trying to figure out what to do with it. What I wanted to do was give it to a charity that could use it for a "guess the amount of change" game, or maybe a silent auction. I haven't come up with the right charity yet.
So it's sitting at the bungalow because the movers didn't move it. I checked it out the other day, and it's too heavy to lift as-is. I devised a plan. Today Jeanne and I went over and used movers' tape to secure it to a dolly. Nice and tight so it wouldn't shift. I figured that we could wheel it out to the car and, with the extra gripping points provided by the dolly, the two of us could load it into the car.
I wheeled it toward the back door and tugged it gently over the threshold. It broke into about a dozen pieces and the change poured all over the porch. We only cut ourselves about three times picking coins out of the broken glass, but I haven't attacked the carboy hulk—the part that is still strapped to the dolly in about five pieces, still holding change. I'm saving that for tomorrow and a pair of gloves.
People use glass carboys for making home brew, and there's a gruesome Web page dedicated to broken glass carboy horror stories. Lots of pictures of stitches and staples. The theme of the posts seems to be, "it's amazing how easily they break." I guess we got off easy.
Now I have 200 pounds of loose change in bags and boxes. I'll haul them to the grocery store and feed them to the Coinstar machine. It turns out that they don't charge you a fee if you take your money in the form of a retailer's gift card. But it will be kind of embarrassing for Jeanne and me to stand there and feed change to a machine for an hour. "Honey, I'm about done emptying this bag. Would you go out to the car and get me another one?"