Finding myself a little low on both cash and food, I grabbed a container I accumulate change in before making a visit to Taco Time this week.

Something that hadn’t occurred to me, though, before arriving at my favorite pseudo-Mexican food emporium was that the vessel in which my nickels, dimes and quarters rested maybe wasn’t appropriate to carry into a fast-food joint.

It was a plastic, wide-mouth 16-ounce Coors bottle, a souvenir from a 2002 visit to Safeco Field.

As luck would have it, I happened to have an empty Zip-Loc bag with me, so I merely dumped the change into the bag and left the beer bottle at my motorcycle.

When I was a kid, I had an actual piggy bank — a ceramic hog with a slot on top and a plug on the bottom. I used that glass swine throughout my childhood and thought it was pretty cool, but obviously not cool enough to keep track of, because I have absolutely no idea whatever became of it.

Nowadays, I employ that Coors bottle for everything but pennies, which I keep, consistenly enough I suppose, in an enormous beer mug. Longtime readers may recall that about a year ago, that mug and its contents were the basis for a little contest.

At work, as many of you know, I stash change in a vitamin C bottle, sharing the container with Kim Jackson and Mike Henneke. We take a lot of pride, btw, in the fact our little banking operation has done just fine despite the economic meltdown/financian crisis and required no taxpayer bailout.

No problem; you’re welcome.