Visa, Mastercard, or Aluminum Cans?:

I hate money. I hate it because there is never enough of it and someone always wants some of what little I have. I realize the responsibility of bills and nonsense like that because I do have to pay someone for the services rendered to me. If I go out to eat, I pay them for what I ate... not necessarily the worth of what I ate (because I know a certain college in Sussex that would be in a lot of trouble). Because I have a phone line and internet, despite the crappy line that they installed and a faulty DSL modem, I have to pay a monthly charge. What I do no understand or appreciate is ambiguous charges.

There was a random charge that I was expected to pay regarding mail... I never get any so why do they want to charge me for it? I decided to pay anyway as a gesture of cooperation. There was a small problem though: my money was all up the hill... and it was all in US funds. So as I trudged up the winding hill of Western St. and Summit Ave., I had a devious idea: I have a load of recycling that I have been saving up...

So I returned to the path with music in my ears and a smirk on my face, for I knew that no one would be prepared for my question with a teaming black garbage bag slung over my shoulder:

“Do take aluminum cans as payment?”