A few weeks ago, I was in a rural area of Costa Rica, in a jungle village. It was a village with mostly indigenous people. My husband and I visited a place where they make traditional pottery. No electricity is used in making these pots: they grind the clay, spin the potting wheel, and decorate the pots all by hand; they're fired in a hand-made kiln made of horse poop and clay, heated with wood.
We wanted to buy two pots but didn't have enough cash. No problem - the guy swiped our debit card in his phone, and voila we were on our way with two beautiful pots.
Today, I drove a couple hours to a car dealership near Seattle, to buy a car. The time comes to do the deed, and -- WHOOPS! -- they don't take cards. I had to drive home and back to get my freakin'
checkbook. Paper checks...they needed a paper check. Sheesh.
oh and i bought a car today

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