Topper (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} toppercub) wrote,@ 2009-03-26 18:19:00 |
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Back to Greenbacks
Well, today I did something that I rarely do, something that I can count on one hand all the times I've done it before. That's right, I changed my Canadian currency back into US dollars.
This might not seem like a big deal to any of you, except perhaps to those of you who know me very well indeed. Usually once a piece of Canadian currency or coin hits my hand, it stays there until I get it back home to Canada. Any time I feel glum I trudge down to the local bank and buy a few Canadian notes and it cheers me up immensely. When I get home from a trip to Fredericton or Toronto, I just toss whatever cash I bring back into my little rosewood box for the next time.
You know, I don't like money as money per se; I'm not greedy (well...not especially greedy). I like a banknote as a work of art, or as a representative of a vacation to come. I like looking for signature combinations and outdated designs. In other words, I'm not a Midas -- I'm an art collector!
But today it was all backwards. I passed over the colorful cash to Roy, my second-to-usual teller, and he was so stunned that he rang in the sale in reverse, as if he were selling to me rather than buying from me. It was a bit depressing. But I have several uses for this (quite frankly) ugly cash with old, dead men on one side and old, dead buildings on the other. L's and my anniversary is coming up and I know juuuust what to get him. My sister is about to turn 40 and we'd like to get her something nice. I can pay off the small balance on my credit card. So it's a good decision, and I feel like I did the right thing. It's just a rare thing.
Well, today I did something that I rarely do, something that I can count on one hand all the times I've done it before. That's right, I changed my Canadian currency back into US dollars.
This might not seem like a big deal to any of you, except perhaps to those of you who know me very well indeed. Usually once a piece of Canadian currency or coin hits my hand, it stays there until I get it back home to Canada. Any time I feel glum I trudge down to the local bank and buy a few Canadian notes and it cheers me up immensely. When I get home from a trip to Fredericton or Toronto, I just toss whatever cash I bring back into my little rosewood box for the next time.
You know, I don't like money as money per se; I'm not greedy (well...not especially greedy). I like a banknote as a work of art, or as a representative of a vacation to come. I like looking for signature combinations and outdated designs. In other words, I'm not a Midas -- I'm an art collector!
But today it was all backwards. I passed over the colorful cash to Roy, my second-to-usual teller, and he was so stunned that he rang in the sale in reverse, as if he were selling to me rather than buying from me. It was a bit depressing. But I have several uses for this (quite frankly) ugly cash with old, dead men on one side and old, dead buildings on the other. L's and my anniversary is coming up and I know juuuust what to get him. My sister is about to turn 40 and we'd like to get her something nice. I can pay off the small balance on my credit card. So it's a good decision, and I feel like I did the right thing. It's just a rare thing.
