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Cashing in on a cashless society (standard:humor, 901 words)
Author: GodspenmanAdded: Oct 13 2012Views/Reads: 1131/0Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I am the kind of person that likes to do business with cash on the barrelhead. I do not like credit because it has a way of biting you in the end. When you have a credit card, there are fees to beat the band. I do have a credit card but I have it hidden s
 



I am the kind of person that likes to do business with cash on the
barrelhead. I do not like credit because it has a way of biting you in 
the end. When you have a credit card, there are fees to beat the band. 
I do have a credit card but I have it hidden so well that I have not 
been able to find it for seven weeks. I just do not like using it. 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage always warns me about the
possibility that someone can steal my credit card. Ha ha, I say in 
defiance to her warning. I am never worried about that. If anybody can 
get money out of my account with my credit card, I would like to work 
with them and go 50-50 on it. Every time I need money, my credit card 
is empty. I think there is a conspiracy in this whole thing. 

Nothing is more embarrassing than going to a checkout counter to pay for
goods that I intend to purchase and my credit card is denied. The 
reason I was using the credit card at the time was I did not have any 
cash in my pocket. Now, I have no cash in my pocket and my credit card 
is just grinning at me refusing to cough up the money needed for 
purchasing these goods. 

I hate my credit card. And it is reciprocal. My credit card hates me and
tries its level best to embarrass me every chance it gets. 

When I do business, I want to know that I have done business. Nothing is
more satisfying than completing a financial transaction with cash. 

I have noticed a dangerous trend in the area of business in our country.
There is a tendency away from cash. I do not understand it. I think the 
simplest thing to do would be to pay cash for something. But no, some 
people think that is so old fashion that they have to come up with 
something new. 

Now they have this newfangled thing that you can pay your bills online.
What is that all about? I like to see the person I am paying and hear 
from them their gratuitous “Thank you,” for the transaction. I was just 
getting used to writing checks and now I do not have to use my 
checkbook anymore. My creditors want me to pay online. 

When will all this craziness stop? If cash was good enough for Benjamin
Franklin, it certainly is good enough for me. 

Then the inevitable happened. You know how it is. Well, it happened to
me. 

I went to do a little bit of shopping while I was out of town on a trip
recently. I made sure I had cash in my wallet so I stopped at a 
restaurant in the shopping mall. Normally I do not like shopping malls. 
I get nervous every time I go into one of these malls wondering if I 
will ever exit alive. There are just too many people in these malls for 
my comfort. 

But the necessity of my trip brought me to this mall and I decided I
would treat myself to lunch. One of the great things about treating 
myself to lunch when my wife is not with me is I can order what I want 
for my lunch. After all, it is my lunch. 

I had a great time selecting things from the menu that had nothing
whatsoever to do with vegetables. Vegetables are all right in their 
place, but their place is not on my lunch plate, especially when my 
wife is not present. 

I had a scrumptious lunch and then top it off with a nice slice of apple
pie à la mode. Life does not get any better than this. I sat back in my 
chair, rubbed my stomach and felt good about the world around me. I was 
even beginning to think that there might not be so much wrong with 
malls after all. 

Finally, it was time to take my ticket up to the cashier and pay for my
lunch. I was in for a very rude awakening. I presented my ticket to the 
cashier and pulled out of my wallet enough cash to cover the ticket. 

“I'm sorry, sir,” the woman behind the cashier said. “We don't accept
cash in this restaurant.” 

I was in a good mood and laughed as though I was the vice President of
the United States. “That's a good one,” I complimented her. 

“Sir, we don't take cash here,” she insisted. “We are not set up for
cash; all we take are credit cards.” 

About this time, I realized she was not joking. I found myself in the
proverbial pickle with only cash on my person and no credit card. 

“But all I have is cash.” 

Finally, the manager of the restaurant was called to the front, I was
able to settle my ticket with him, giving him cash and he used his 
credit card to pay the ticket. 

What is this world coming to when you cannot use cash anymore? 

What is better than cash in my thinking is God's gift. “For the wages of
sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ 
our Lord” (Romans 6:23 KJV). 

Unlike cash, God's gift to me will never go out of style. 


   


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