Paying for an item in cash always sends me into a bit of a panic. There I stand with a fistful of green, trying to decipher the numbers on the bills to ensure that I am handing over the correct amount. I can feel the eyes of those behind me in line burrowing into the back of my skull. I know that I stand out as a foreigner in this land of stars, stripes, and green money.
As incredible as it may seem, it has now been a few years south of the 49th and I am still not accustomed to American money. Perhaps it is due to my overreliance on using debit cards, or perhaps it is due to my short attention span. Whatever it's cause, it is embarrassing.
I remember the first time that my husband came to Canada. He was astounded by our colourful bills. To him, they were very much a novelty. He kept referring to Canadian money as "Monopoly money" because of its array of colours.
Now he is getting his own version of "Monopoly money" as the US government begins printing bills with colour
in an attempt to thwart counterfeiters. I am happy for this change as it means that I will no longer stand out as I pay for my pack of gum and tank of gas at the service station.