So apparently you — my blogger friends — are quite deep. The few questions that were asked yesterday, either by email or blog comment, require a bit of thought before I spout off my answers. 🙂 So expect a response soon. I just need to gather my thoughts appropriately. — Nicole
I remember the good ol’ days, when cash wasn’t a thing of the past. You know, like about ten years ago when debit cards were just starting to become a must-have. Don’t get me wrong, I love the convenience of not having to carry cash around and actually not even having to count when I make a purchase. (You know how teachers in school tell children that math is important because they’ll use it every day as an adult? If they’re still using that line, they probably should come up with a new one soon. I can see the headlines now: Schools Cancel All Math Classes Because There’s an App for That).
I remember finding lost ten-dollar bills in the pockets of pants that I hadn’t worn in awhile. Or a dollar bill or two in clothes that I had put away for the season. It was great. A nice surprise. I mean, seriously, you can’t get a much better feeling than when you try on clothes and get paid to do it, right?
Now that I rarely — if ever — have cash, I try on a pair of pants and find a lost receipt. Or a grocery list. Nothing very exciting… until yesterday.
Technology has come full circle. I was browsing the internet when my husband casually asked me if I had a pay-pal account. He was just curious, since he was on Paypal to make a donation. (For those of you who don’t know what Pay-pal is, it’s a website that allows you to electronically transfer money to another person’s Pay-pal account. So you don’t have to write a check. And from there, the recipient can transfer the money to their bank account).
I told him that I think I did and then responded by going to Pay-pal to sign in. And there it was… Twenty glorious dollars waiting for me! Apparently, Nate had owed me twenty dollars when we first started dating, and — instead of handing me twenty dollars — he transferred the money to my account. And I was either unaware of it for years… or uncertain as to how I could access the money. (I’m guessing the latter). 😉
So I am now twenty dollars richer. Sure, it wasn’t hiding in the pocket of my jeans. But money hiding in an account that I had forgotten about is almost just as good. 🙂