Yes, I tend to be organized. I carry my trademark Man-purse (more like a bag across my chest) where I carry everything: from my wallet to my cell phone, including my money bag (or "chacarita" as my father used to call it). There is a compartment for bills and one for loose change in it.
All that is great. It helps me keep everything at my fingertips.
The problem is when I go to the supermarket and I pay cash. The cashier is trained to put the receipt, the bills and the change right on top of it all and hand it to you with the left hand while starting to scan the merchandise of the next client right behind you with the right hand. The "bagger" on the other end holds the bags in front of your nose with a big smile encouraging you to hurry up and go.
That means that I don't have time to pull out mi "chacarita", put the bills in its place, the change in its pocket, the receipt in the trash can and get the bags, all in twenty three seconds
Where is the inner peace and the harmonious rythm of life?
Ohmmmmmmm!
The supermarket and I are not the best of friends!
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