Cash Money
Summer is here. Some people are confident enough to shuffle in airports waiting for flights to where oceans are blue and palm trees fan a welcome. This means foreign currency. Yes, we swipe and tap plastic cards but, we must still know what a peso or shilling is.
It doesn’t matter to me because I can’t count. I don’t question change from cashiers for the following reasons:
· They are mad at me for using cash because the whole world is swiping debit cards and cards with future cash (credit cards).
· Cashiers are techies, or new school. They don’t know how to count old school. They give me the evil eye when I give them $20.05 if the bill is $15.05. I just want $5 back and not silver coins that will dig another hole in my wallet.
· Cashiers do not have enough change in the cash float because management does not expect many customers that use cash money, a blues singer in Georgia, U.S. once sang.
· People behind me in the line are already fanning themselves with their plastic money.
Maybe cashiers are not the problem. I’m just using them as a scapegoat. The truth of the matter is, whenever I question change, it turns out to be the correct change.
“I’m sorry about that.”
“No problem.”
No problem? I know what she will say to other cashiers, when they discuss customers from hell. I don’t care. I got even one day because a cashier gave me more change by three dollars. I didn’t own up. Just called it my lucky day. Ma will be so ashamed.
By: Nonqaba waka Msimang.
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