I like to think that I'm a pretty smart guy. Every so often though, life likes to hand me a less-than subtle reminder that that couldn't be farther from the truth. In this and the following two posts you'll read three stories that I probably should be keeping to myself.
Story the First:
The wife and I went on a quick, three-night trip to Jamaica a couple of weeks ago to celebrate her passing her big exam "with distinction." We're typically not very good at the whole "do nothing, sit on the beach" vacation, but I'd made a point of not trying to book any activities or do any research beyond booking the flight and the hotel. Anyway, we arrive in Montego Bay and I headed right to the ATM at the airport to get some Jamaican cash. Typically ATM machines give you a multiple choice-type question, right? Do you want $20, $40, $60, Other, etc. Not so with this machine: it simply asked you to type in how much money you wanted. I shrugged and typed in $200.
Anyway, we got in a cab (the driver offered us weed before we'd even pulled away), and stopped along the way to the hotel to get some gas. It's at this moment that it occurs to me that, perhaps, the Jamaican dollar is worth slightly less than it's American counterpart and that $200 Jamaican is worth less than I think it is. This suspicion was confirmed as I watched the cab driver fill his tank up with about $5,000 worth of gas. That's right: I had taken out about US$2.30 from the ATM. DUMBASS.
PS Is it just me or is the picture on that $50 bill RAYCESS?
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