I bought a hot dog at a roadside stand during a bike ride in Fruita, Colorado, a couple of days ago, and paid cash and almost had forgotten how to do it. The poor girl behind the counter looked at the $10 bill I handed her like it was some alien object, and took the longest time figuring out how to give me change. I noticed that even the hot dog stand had a card reader, so I could have spared her the confusion.

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by Steve Carter, on Flickr