an old one

on a saturday in january, she decided that she was going to jump out the window. it was only 3 stories up, but there was nothing but concrete below, and she knew how to swan dive.
she opened the window and looked down. cold wind rushed into the bedroom and made her step back. walking over to the dresser, she plucked a coin out of a jar of golden dollars. back at the window, she stuck the entire top half of her body out, stretched out her arm, and held the coin between her thumb and forefinger. she released it, hoping to see it make impact with the sidewalk. it fell in front of a white-haired man with a large nose and sloe eyes behind thick glasses. he bent over, picked it up, and examined it in a gloved hand. he began to look up, and she quickly flattened herself against the window frame, like spies do in the movies. tears welled up in her eyes as she saw the old man's sad face transform into a smile.
she stuck the top half of her body out of the window again. she looked right, then left, then down at the people walking by. people with dogs, people alone, people with children. going to work, going to the store, going home. the busy city street lulled her for a moment, and as soon as she snapped out of it, she dashed back across the room and grabbed the entire jar of golden dollars.
back at the window, she sat the jar on the floor and picked out a coin. after a quick look down, she stuck her hand out and dropped it. "that," she thought, "is for my overbearing asshole of a boss." she picked out another one, put her hand out the window, and dropped it without looking. "that is for the stupid guy who cheated on me with not one but three other women." another coin. "that is for the headache i get every single day." she took a step back and launched a coin as if it were a tiny frisbee. it made a ping sound as it hit a streetlight. she giggled. "for the medical bills i am still paying off, even though the doctors did nothing for me." she flicked one out between her thumb and ring finger, the way kids flick pennies. it hit the wheel of a passing car. "for people who make rude comments under the guise of 'helping'."
she kept tossing and flinging golden dollars out the window until the jar had only one coin left. she replaced the jar on the dresser and went to bed, about fifty dollars poorer, but fifty burdens lighter.