I’m really no good at adapting – “no one changes you” being the way my ex-wife summed it up – so it’s not a surprise that I’m having some difficulty living in Arizona. I went to a pizza place on Saturday without any cash, and asked for a nearby ATM. The voice of the guy in the pizzeria made it clear that it was a bit far to walk, but I like walking and wasn’t tired, so I walked – it was about a half mile, despite being on Broadway in the “heart” of the city – to the nearest bank. There was a walk-up ATM, but it was broken. So I went around back to the drive-through ATM, where three cars were already on line. So I got behind the last car, standing there. Two other cars came up behind me – giving the weird guy standing there a whole lot of room. I got my cash and went back to the pizza place. It was the third time that I’ve had to use a drive-through ATM on foot since I’ve been here. I’m perfectly willing to say that everyone else is crazy, and I’m the sane one.
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Well, I’ve done the walk-up-to-the-drive-up thing in Wyoming too. You’re not crazy.
I finally learned how to use an ATM, in Croatia last week. It is mind boggling that you can put in your card, punch in your password, and get kuna from your dollar account in Boulder, Colorado. I shake my head in wonder…I don’t plan to make a habit of using an ATM (since I am basically a Luddite), but it sure beats carrying a ton of cash, as I had done on this trip before I discovered how easy it is to get money when you need it, and without having to deal with a moneychanger (possibly also a Pharisee as well?…)