I finally broke the bank.

After 10 years Pink Piggy came out of the closet.

I found him hiding, sequestered, but not forgotten.

I exploited him and opened up his round little belly.

I separated his guts into coin categories filling 4 separate plastic baggies and headed to the bank.

Devastated that coin machines went the way of rotary phones, the bank teller told me the only route was spending time performing manual labor.

I embraced the individual sleeves and headed home.

I spent 90 minutes attempting to fill the vertical sleeves with flat lying coins.

Finished, I scrubbed my hands and headed back to town.

I filled my fanny pack with 12 rolls.

I walked the mile into town with a slight bend to my back as the load was heavy.

$98.00 went into my savings account.

Thanks Pink Piggy…we had a good run.