Cashless

“I don’t know why I let you talk me into this,” she complained, “It’s nothing but bullshit.”

“At least it got us out of the house after being locked up for so long,” her husband returned.

“Yeah,” she continued, “But I’m not gonna buy into the idea that all this quarantine crap we jus’ went through is them, whoever ‘them’ is, grooming us to be strictly a cashless society.”

“Can we please, at least stick it out?” he asked.

“No!” she declared, “I’m gonna go get our money back.”

“What money?” he queried, reminding her, “I used our debit card.”