...with the new RD$20 note.
At first it was infatuation with a new, shiny tech-dongle maiden, so slick and new with a little window. It meant I'd not be weighed down with lightning-magnet coins.
I relished the time I spent with them, they felt so smoooooth and slick in my hand. I cayght meself glancing lustfully at their sexy font and tone...
But like many young loves, the "new" wore out and I began to see the flaws.
They won't really fold like the 50's, 100's, 500's, 1000's and 2000's. Well, they sorta "fold" but rebound quickly when you relationship pressure. And if you happen to get one REALLY bunched up...well, forget it. It'll never lay flat again. It's like permanent press money with the crease in the wrong place, psyche damage of the monetary kind.
When you put them with superior bills they just slide around with little friction in rather anti-social defiance. I'm used to the soft compliance of the old stuff: organize by denomination, fold in the middle and put in my pocket knowing the subtle friction keeps them organized in a predictible bunch of friends. But when I pull the hard-earned moneywad from my pocket the 20's are all askew, not sticking with their elders. A discombobulated mess, causing temporary angst while I attempt to sort them out while a clerk waits patiently for his due, me feigning "cool."
So now I make a tough choice: at each crossroad of change, do I forsake the new for the love of an older but predictivle metal paramour?
At first it was infatuation with a new, shiny tech-dongle maiden, so slick and new with a little window. It meant I'd not be weighed down with lightning-magnet coins.
I relished the time I spent with them, they felt so smoooooth and slick in my hand. I cayght meself glancing lustfully at their sexy font and tone...
But like many young loves, the "new" wore out and I began to see the flaws.
They won't really fold like the 50's, 100's, 500's, 1000's and 2000's. Well, they sorta "fold" but rebound quickly when you relationship pressure. And if you happen to get one REALLY bunched up...well, forget it. It'll never lay flat again. It's like permanent press money with the crease in the wrong place, psyche damage of the monetary kind.
When you put them with superior bills they just slide around with little friction in rather anti-social defiance. I'm used to the soft compliance of the old stuff: organize by denomination, fold in the middle and put in my pocket knowing the subtle friction keeps them organized in a predictible bunch of friends. But when I pull the hard-earned moneywad from my pocket the 20's are all askew, not sticking with their elders. A discombobulated mess, causing temporary angst while I attempt to sort them out while a clerk waits patiently for his due, me feigning "cool."
So now I make a tough choice: at each crossroad of change, do I forsake the new for the love of an older but predictivle metal paramour?