They use carbon paper, hissed Erik incredulously when we left the bank.
Carbon paper. I thought that went out with East Germany, he said.
We had been to the bank to change money for him to buy more stuff to take home to Mallorca and presents for the family in Seattle.
Carbon paper indeed, I thought.
This is a vast improvement from the days when we had to stand in line for hours to change money and more often than not, the bank would run out of cash, or the cashier would need a lunch break and the window would come crashing down, marking the end of business for that day.
Now we have the ATM machines and money changers on every street corner, all the conveniences of modern life, so what does it matter that the bank is still using carbon paper.
Kind of quaint I say.
But then I live here.
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I remember the first few times we went to P.V. exchanging money was such a big deal, My Dad and Charles would get there early, wait in line, a very slow moving line, and no air conditioner and it was hot. (well at least to us Pacific North-westeners)
And after a few hours of them being gone, they would return with out any pesos.
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