I hate change.
It always ends up in my right front pocket and jingles when I walk and if I let too much of it accumulate it can get pretty heavy.
That's when I take it out of my pocket and put it on the dresser, where my daughter or wife snags it. they know the dresser is open season.
A guy walks into the bank with 5 large sacks of pennies, nickels and dimes. Ball cap on crooked, pants down around his knees, boxers hanging out.
Looks like a Senator 
He says, I want to cash this in, OK?
The teller is a bit surprised by the volume of coinage and asks him, "Wow, did you hoard all this yourself?"
He replies, "no not just me. My sister whored most of it".