Checkbooks and LEGOs
Some days can be interesting when it comes to conversations. Today, a coworker whipped out a checkbook that he carries with him...in the city...of Chicago. I have been racking my brain trying to remember the last time I used a checkbook or even where one is located right now if I needed it. Who takes checks? Are they still accepted? Doesn’t everyone use their debit card? I am just trying to imagine being at the grocery store when he rips out his stash of coupons and his checkbook. The coupons are fine. Save money. That’s why they exist. But the checkbook? Really? I would definitely be the guy standing right behind him waiting to pay for my one loaf of bread. Do grocery store registers still have a scanner for checks? Then I get in the elevator to go home and someone asked me how my day was. I respond with my usual “great”. He then retorts with “I guess my threshold for great is higher than yours.” Have you ever seen “the LEGO movie”? Well, that “everything is awesome