Her mother was cooler than mine, younger too. My mother checked all the clothes she bought me for deep hems, that would stand to be let out, and she tugged every seam to see that it was not poorly sewn. She never let me buy my own shoes in peace, she went with me to make sure I chose something that would stand up to wear, and leave room to grow. She did not buy snacks, or sugary drinks, she was frugal by habit. And it embarrassed me.
One day the young son of this family was at the at the store at the same time as us.He was a nice boy, no malice in him, he had good manners, in a preoccupied teen kind of way. On this day he got some change back on something he bought, and we watched him take the pennies and nickels out. He threw them in the dirt and walked away. Leaving them behind.
My mother was spitting mad. "Never forget," she said, "Every coin is someone's work. Somebody somewhere worked for that money, and passed it on until it came to you. When you waste money, you are treating other people with disrespect. You are saying that their hard work has no meaning."
I am not sure I can be that mystical about money. Times have changed too, But This is sickening.