Local geriatric anthropologist David Enos just published some interesting new findings:
Older people are invested in the actual physical details of their change in a way that we are not. They like the bill to be exceptionally crisp if possible. No visible creases. Fresh from the US Mint, a bank vault, a villain’s loot. If it is crisp, their eyes light up and they admire its crispness. That bill is probably going into someone’s birthday card. They are also made anxious by any bill smaller than a five.
Can we talk about how old women (or perhaps just the old Latinas I generally stand behind in this neighborhood) seem not to realize they will have to pay for an item until the final price is revealed at the register, at which point they begin the epic search for exact change from the coin purse that is inexplicably always near the bottom of their bag?
I don’t think that it’s exclusive to Latinas; I’ve stood behind wide-load Anglo behemoths pull some weird shit out of their bottomless bags before they come up with some sticky coin.
this must explain Walgreens and their crispy bills.
Love this. You are so funny, Denos.