COLUMN: What can I get for this?

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I’ve noticed in recent years, even though I’ve paid for a motel/hotel room in advance, the check-in clerk always wants my credit card for incidentals. That’s so I don’t skip out without paying for that Coke Zero and peanut M&Ms I scarfed down, or that $5 bottle of water in my room. Even though we pay for most things with a card these days, I still like to travel with a little cash in my pocket for incidentals. If I’m traveling in a foreign country, I like to take a few dollars and some of whatever their currency is. I try to spend all my foreign currency before I leave that country. Usually, I can’t quite use it all up, so

I end up bringing some back home. At least I’ll have a little for the next trip.

You know that pleasant surprise feeling when you put your hand in the pocket of an old coat and pull out a $20 bill? Much to my surprise, before we rode the Rhine, I put my hand in my cookie jar and discovered 160 leftover euros. That’s about $174 in American money. That’s certainly not enough money for a week-and-a-half in Europe, but I figured it would be enough for me to pay for, you know, the things I really didn’t need anyway. After all, how many coffee mugs and T-shirts from who knows where can one person use?

I learned to count American coins at an early age. Euros are still a work in progress for me. That’s because we basically have four coins that we use. Yes, we have half-dollars and silvers dollars, but we usually don’t carry those. There are eight denominations of euro coins, and they carry them all. Not only do the Europeans have 1-cent coins, but they also have 2-cent coins. I guess that’s so they can put in their two cents worth! They also have 1-euro coins and 2-euro coins. We have $2 bills, but we don’t spend those either. We give them to our grandchildren…so they can ask, “What is that?”

I found a touristy looking laminated map of the Rhine River. It was a bargain at 7 euros and some-odd change. I pulled out a handful of euros and began trying to count it out to the merchant. Suddenly, he reached in my hand and counted out for himself what he needed. I felt like a kid again. My mind went to back to my occasional visits as a child to Mr. Shirley’s Rainsville Five-and-Dime Store.

Money was hard to come by in those days, but when a little did manage to come my way, I managed to make my way to town soon afterward. Rarely did I have folding money, but rolling money rolled my way once in a while. When I did manage to occasionally have a nickel or two in my pocket, Mama often said it was burning a hole in there. I could never find that hole, but I was afraid my money might slip through it before I could get to town and spend it! I had not yet learned the value of a penny saved. I would hold out my hand to show Mr. Shirley my coin, or in lucrative times, my coins, and ask him, “What can I get for this?” He would pick out coins and hand me candy until my hands and pockets were empty.

Finally, I began to realize that it might be a good idea to hang onto a little bit for the next trip.

Bill King can be reached at bkpreach@yahoo.com or 334-728-5514 (office).