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Lotsa Dollars and nothing that I can use ..

This is another gratitude entry , but it comes by way of a funny story.

So I walked into the shop the other day, pulled out my purse to pay, I had a wallet full of cash, but  I could not pay and I had to use a card.

Why ?

Because all I had on me was :

$5 US Note
$3 and some change from New Zealand
$10 and some coins from Singapore
Approximately ZAR 5 and some coins

And not a single Aussie note or coin in the lot .

It seems I am travelling so much these days ( for work ) that I don't have time to draw Aussie cash from an Aussie ATM.

And the thing is, I see that as something amazing. That I have a life that enables me to travel and see the world, and suffer through such a tragic first world problem as no local currency to pay for my groceries. What a fantasic life that is. :-) 



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