It's some kind of logic I don't get.
At the library, a lady is paying a fine. She hands me a quarter and ton of nickels. I go to drop it in the cash register when I realize the quarter is Canadian. I go back...
- I'm sorry, this is Canadian money.
- So?!
- Well, uhm, (I'm confused that I need to explain.)... we can't accept Canadian money.
- Why not? Somebody gave it to me... (She gives me a look that means something like: Someone slipped me Canadian money and I didn't notice, so I can't be held responsible!)
- (I continue on autopilot completely confused as to why I don't seem to be making sense) I am sorry, this is Canadian money.
(Meanwhile in my head I yell at her Veronika-style: CANADIAN! NO!! NO CANADIAN!!)
Posted at 12:10 PM on August 31, 2005