(Thanks for inspiring this prompt, Tamarah Rockwood!)
I have heard it dozens of times now, usually as I sip on a steaming hot cup of black coffee after a delightful home-style breakfast.
“I am sorry Sir,” the waitress behind the cash register recites, “We only take cash. There is even a sign on the front door.”
Bewilderment and a sense of hopelessness can be seen in the strangers eyes as he asks for the nearest ATM.
“Everyone takes cards now days,” he exclaims as panic seeps into his voice.
“I’ve got it Bonnie,” one of us regulars often chimes in, much to the confusion of the stranger.
Typically the appreciative stranger departs with a perplexing show of emotions plastered on his face.
Welcome to a small, out of the way town somewhere in northern Michigan, still reluctant to embrace the high speed, must have it now mentality that drives most of the world forward.