Middle-aged, heavily made-up woman with steely helmet hair, standing by a parking meter: "Hey! Hey!"
I look around. She does mean me.
"Do you have change for a $5 note?"
"Let me see." I fumble through my purse. "I'm sorry, I only have 20 cent coins, which I need for something myself."
"That's okay. 20 cent coins are just perfect." She holds out her hand.
"No, I mean, I need them for me. Sorry."
Helmet woman gestures at the bank behind us. "Can't you just go in there and get some more?"
Saturday, March 18, 2006
You want change, YOU go to the bank!
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