Alright,

i’m on my way to the office this morning and decided to stop and get a couple of donuts. I know, I really didn’t need the donuts, but they are so good in the morning, and ‘need’ is a very overused word. Anyway, I wanted a couple of donuts

Being Friday, a lot of folks were lined up to satiate their ‘need’ for donuts for themselves and for the office. The drive through line, being particularly long gave me a chance to do some editing on my incoming calls and messages.

Five minutes, or so, later (seemed much longer while waiting in a long line of vehicles waiting to purchase something that was likely to kill you in the long run).

Finally reaching the window I reached into my pocket for money to pay for the 2 donuts (It really was 2 donuts). I had stopped by the bank and only had 20’s since I had squandered all of my pocket money over the weekend.

I handed the gentleman the twenty. He looked at it like I had just picked it up from a communal toilet andthen told me that they couldn’t accept that large of a bill.

Hmmm.

I had always kidded that someone might take cash “with the proper identification”, but that was tongue in cheek. I never really expected to be told that cash wouldn’t work for my purchase.

Who knew?

He did offer to take a credit card or Bitcoin for the $2.45.

I’ve obviously lived too long! Way too long.