It's American

Today was my last day of work for two full weeks! Yay! I'm officially on holidays...Just have to change out of this uniform.

Today got off to a pretty slow start at work for me. Only had one table. Mike got fired and Kevin was alone in the kitchen. No worries...It was going to be a slow day. Then a team of 20 baseball players showed up. We handled the rush very well and everyone appeared to leave happy. The team was from the States - I'm not sure exactly where 'cause I didn't get much of a chance to talk to them. I did know however, not to serve vinegar with their fries 'cause they don't do that south of the border. The boys were very nice and polite and were a pleasure to serve.

When the bill came, I heard some grumbling about the size of it. They are obviously not used to our 15% tax and didn't budget for it. But they did tip well in the end. One of the younger ones handed me the stack of cash and then separately handed me an American dollar bill. "Will you take this too?" He asked, "It's American." Well duh! "Even better!" I said with a smile, but the smart ass in me wanted to say, "Wow! Is that what they look like? I've never seen one of these before! Is it true that all of your money is the same colour?" (That's color in the states) "I'll take it back to my igloo and keep it in a safe place eh."

Even stranger than the fact that he thought he had to explain the origin of the currency (bless his heart) was that there was a Canadian dollar bill in the pile of moolah. Yes! A dollar bill - not a looney. Dated 1973. Wish he didn't leave so quickly. I'd have explained to him that it was far more rare to see one of those than an American dollar. My kids hadn't seen one before! I know he didn't get if from a bank. His parents must have saved it from their last trip north. When we go south we hear "Y'all come back now ya hear". Message to Mr. America...Don't be a stranger eh.