You know you are really, finally, truly, officially leaving a country when you take all your loose change to get converted into paper money. Finally. After five years. And it wasn’t my loose change- women don’t really do that, right? It was Bryan’s.
But since I am an unemployed, kept woman, I took the extremely heavy bag to the bank myself and while I was carrying it on the tube I tried to keep a relaxed pose so no one would think I had a bomb. Yeah, I had to take the tube. Only one bank chain in London has those fun, silly change-converting machines where there is a cartoon championing your change-converting efforts. And guess where it originates from? The land that invents fun.
You get to guess how much you think your change amounts to. You get a prize if you’re within a pound. I guessed £37. I was way off. We going to Scotch Steak House, baby!
P.S. Can anyone tell me how to quickly type a pound sterling symbol from my American laptop keyboard? For five years I have been copying and pasting one.